Poem: A Parent’s Love

Writing
A Parent’s Love
Embers of amor engulf us as you touch my face once more.
Held in your arms as closely as the day on which I was born.
You have loved me from the moment my heart began beating.
A childhood spent with you,
If only time could be repeated.
Although I will grow up,
I will always be your child.
A bond that’s shared – so strong,
A love so unconditional – it’s blind.
**Picture taken by me at Woburn Safari Park in Summer 2019.

Poetry: Success

Writing

The sweet scent of success,

If only it lingered just that little bit longer.

If only it tasted just that little bit stronger.

 

Is success a waiting game,

Or a game of chase?

Should I give it my all,

Or should I accept my fate?

 

Success.

The word on the tips of all of our tongues.

Yet what it actually means,

Is anyone’s guess,

So has yours ended or begun?

Poem: Time

Writing

We think about the future,

So that we can enjoy its ‘present’.

But like a dollar bill drifting in the wind.

We never do quite catch it.

 

We worry that it’s not on our side.

Like it’s going by too quickly.

Asking ‘where does it fly’?

 

Time – isn’t it a peculiar concept?

Does it exist or does it not?

As humans have we just ‘created’ it?

Or is it time that created us?

 

We can’t rewind the clocks,

And we certainly can’t speed them up.

Why don’t we just get lost in the moment?

And not worry about the time that we’ve lost?

 

Why I Wish I Was Multilingual

Writing

As an avid fan of Reggaeton I find myself desperately attempting to sing along to the lyrics of ‘Con Altura’ by Rosalia, J Balvin and El Guincho. Singing words in your own head, away from the judgmental eyes of the general public is one thing, but anytime I pluck up the courage to sing along to Spanish songs out loud I become a dribbling, mumbling mess. As a result, I resort to humming or worse, miming. My tail is well and truly between my legs. 😦

 

Not asking for the sympathy vote here but it is a bit embarrassing to say the least. And somewhat frustrating, the beat is good but I don’t have a clue about what they’re talking about! Which I guess is fine with upbeat songs, but can I really get emotional over a slow song if I don’t understand the words? I guess, if the music is good enough then yes, but do you see my point?

 

The annoying thing is, I feel like I keep tiptoeing on the line between committing time to truly learning a second language and having reluctance due to thinking will it really serve me any purpose? I guess with any tough decision I face, I try and weigh up the pros and cons.

 

Am I too old? Will it make me smarter? Do I have the time? Will I be more employable? Should I do it purely because I want to or do I need a  justifiable reason? I have so many questions, too many questions probably.

 

Like Nike says, I should just do it. Sure, 10 hours a week, £400 a month sounds like I should ‘just do it’ if I didn’t have bills to pay or a life to live. Or am I just trying to find excuses to avoid trying to learn a  language incase I’m not good at it?

 

I need to stop overthinking, have you ever wanted to learn another language? Maybe you already speak more than one and was this by choice? Either way, I wish I was you!

Why We Should All Be Bi-lingual (Atleast)

Writing

 

Since the year of dot I have struggled to pronounce my own name never mind ‘el gato, le chat or die Katze’. Yet, despite my struggles, my interest in languages outside of my mother-tongue has never wavered.  From fable attempts at school to self-taught trials through online resources, my ambition to pass conversation in another language has always been a dream.

I think as a native English speaker it can be wrongly assumed that there is no need to speak another language as English is so universal now. But to me, this would be an absolute mistake. To speak another language doesn’t simply mean you have a different word for the same object, but instead, you have another door opened into a world of new cultures, new people, new entertainment and learning.

I’m a fan of many languages, especially foul,  but one that’s had a special place in my corazon is Spanish, with approximately 437 million people speaking it you can see the appeal. But it’s not solely the popularity of the western romance language which gets me all romantic about it. I think a big part to play is my love for the music genre – Reggaeton.  Artists which I’m particularly a fan of are J Balvin, Bad Bunny and Anuel AA to name but a few.

The language is sensual, rhythmical and flamboyant. What’s not to love? Whether Spanish is your desired language of choice or maybe you have another, here are some reasons why you should maybe want to start getting those language lessons in:

  1. Alzheimer’s Disease Delayed

Studies have shown that multi-lingual people may be able to delay the onset of degenerative diseases of the mind by approximately 5 years. Based upon the theory that being a lifelong mutli-lingual could increase our ‘cognitive Reserve’. Cognitive reserve being the brain’s ability to improvise if need be to complete a task.

  1. Your Native Language Skills Improve

Who doesn’t love reciting grammar repeatedly till their blue in the face? A benefit to this rather monotonous task is that you’ll actually improve further in your native language. Because in a way you are re-practicing the grammar structure of your first language and using that to learn the second.

  1. Improves Your Memory

You lower your risk of developing memory problems as outlined by this study. I quote the study ” Researchers discovered that those people who spoke four or more languages were five times less likely to develop cognitive problems compared to those people who only spoke two languages.

People who spoke three languages were three times less likely to have cognitive problems compared to bilinguals.”

Eventhough learning a language requires time and dedication. If the above details don’t make you want to become fluent in one then I don’t know what will. It’s highly attractive too! How many more positives do I need to list!
los idiomas son fantasticos!

 

2nd Place Poem – End Hunger UK – ‘A Closed Fist’

Writing

2nd place in the End Hunger UK poetry competition.

‘A Closed Fist’ –  a spin on the meaning to hurt someone. A closed fist can be a punch but it could also be inferred to as a hand that is not offering food and therefore hurting someone by starving them.

I wanted the poem to show how it’s essential to be kind to one another. Afterall you never know where someone might be in their life, or who they may become. And perhaps you may even find yourself needing their help oneday. The bigger picture is that we are humans we need food and we need to put ourselves in eachothers shoes more often, especially when it comes down to this essential element of life – to prevent starvation.

Listen to the Poem:

 

Closed fist verse 1closed fist verse 2