After I created A Land, Broken at my poetry workshop we had to rearrange the same poem from 2 quatrains to 4 couplets, without deleting or adding any words.
when should we be unheard?
we, the interdependent and erect hearts
spoke in the master’s tongue
“forget our broken blood was borderless
what we reject is a line once written and sung
when a land by that one independent carved wall is
never in pain, the same seamless songs around her”
celebrate!
I guess since I had no intention behind the poem, its meaning is open to interpretation. Would love to know what you got from this rearranged poem. It wasn’t easy I must say! But it was something different and it was lots of fun.
SONYA KASSAM 
Aha! Excellent. Well done with the rearranged pieces. They come together nicely, if a little cryptically. :)
Take care!
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Thank you! To me it sounds like an ancient royal proclamation which tends to followed without much understanding.
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Indeed, I agree with Robert. Your rearrangement changes the context but is still a contemplative thought. Kudos, Sonya, well done!
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Thanks Kunal. Just as we should accept that reality may seem to be one but the context can be rearranged in many minds.
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Dear Sonya,
This re-arranged poem provokes contemplation! It’s amazing how meaning-nuances change with a re-ordering the inner parts of a poem.
All good wishes,
robert
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Thanks Robert. Probably similar to our lives where meanings change over time, though the outer substance is still the same.
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