New Soul

New Soul

A Poem by Kate AKS
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The poem is about my experience of changing native language to writing in English.

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    New soul

    Collection of letters in another font.
    What is more simple and usual than this?
    A place to reinvent me, a place to create me, different.
    Forget about the past, not think about the near future.
    With letters not connected to my blood
    Create an unfamiliar life, not a better
    Just another. To hide, to find the current shape.
    To give a chance to unknown beginning
    To start a road to untouched stories.
    And words foreign at first taste
    Became a fresh base for the broken soul.
    To choose a language, accept regenerated faith.
    And read and whisper in a sound
    Which became your reborn voice.
    I found a language for my soul
    My body resonates with it and cries
    In hope of reinventing the breathing.

    15.01.2024

© 2024 Kate AKS


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' I found a language for my soul
My body resonates with it and cries
In hope of reinventing the breathing.'

Moving home and hearth is not always worth the effort. There is so much to leave behind and so much to remember. There is both tragedy and courage in your words, each laid with candour and yet the occasional pause. A tear drop, perhaps? A special poem, here, displayed with elegance. Many, many thanks for sharing.

Hope to 'hear' from you soon, my friend.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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yes, indeed...that language is like finding another way to breathe in and out. you nailed it.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

' I found a language for my soul
My body resonates with it and cries
In hope of reinventing the breathing.'

Moving home and hearth is not always worth the effort. There is so much to leave behind and so much to remember. There is both tragedy and courage in your words, each laid with candour and yet the occasional pause. A tear drop, perhaps? A special poem, here, displayed with elegance. Many, many thanks for sharing.

Hope to 'hear' from you soon, my friend.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Infinite possibilities and hope, hope of a new life, of new dreams is what comes to mind reading this. And hope keeps us alive doesn't it?

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Tremendous work. Powerful and real.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this reminds me of why some of us use pseudonyms....either because it is a different part of us who writes the poetry...but also to hide behind that font, that voice...Emily Dickinson published only 11 of her poems in her lifetime and anonymously....maybe she used a different font with her quill, to hide. I like the realness of your poetry.
j.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Most take a life's time to learn the nuances let alone the words. You speak well and within the meanings.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

That’s really beautiful poem ❤️

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on May 10, 2024
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Kate AKS
Kate AKS

Lviv, Ukraine



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