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I have no words. My voice is in my sword,
My pen, in this now familiar
Foreign tongue. A day will come
When you won't miss the country --
No, the city that your roots stem from
Like seeds blown into the sky --
Falling into cold streets slick with rain
Blonde and blue all around.
A pot noodle is the one thing that reminds you
Of better days at home, a scent of
chow mein contained in boiling water
in a rectangular box, opened at midnight
By a parent you have not seen in years
Each time with a little less hair
A little less sleep, a little less memory.
Let a smile bloom on your face
As you laugh and try to blend in
To the background, invisible.
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Review:
Immensely heartfelt, I couldn't stop reading it until realising I've finished the whole volume. Usually I just wrote a poem in response as a review, but this little gem is too rich to be concluded with a single amateur poem, so a review is necessary.
Being away from home for so long really makes you sentimental, and I find myself bursting into tears all of a sudden, as if I'm receiving a blow from the prose. That's true, tears start streaming down as I read:
'a homeless family...
they're hungry but complete,
ourselves full but fractured.'
This hits home hard. It reminded me of that time when I had a cold, coughing alone at the medical centre, wishing mum was there to pat my back and make me honey lemon water. It reminded me all those times I learned something new and unexpected, wanting to get home to dinner and share with my dad, only realising it was three in the morning at their side. It reminded me years ago when my sister left to pave the way, all the mornings I wake up without seeing her slippers by the ladder, her hair dangling over the upper bunk bed. Even now, my room feels so empty, two beds waiting to be filled. I was so lucky to see this book of poetry on shelf, as if waiting for me. It connects people. It reminded me everyone's going through something, and sometimes we do have to channel melancholy and homesickness into something tangible, not hide it somewhere. I haven't felt so released, or addressed the feeling of lacking something, a connection to home in so long, I'm glad this poetry volume gave me the chance and headspace to do so.
Sending lots of love whoever and wherever you are. Thank you, Romalyn. Thank you, dear reader.