Wisps of Sentient Threads
for Sundaram
Thread me through the narrowest needle of the sky..
I am but a stream of haze now as I weightlessly fly by
leaving the heaviness behind, I rise before your eyes
carried on the breeze of shamisens, kotos, flutes and waking dreams.
I am the fog descending to meet the earth on a mountain side.
I am wisps of sentient threads, that dip and surge, on the airborne tide,
becoming and dissolving, sometimes the shape of nothing as I slide;
the sounds and music play me like a puppeteer, until I dance for you.
With no body anymore; there’s nothing left to see, just feel, as I pass.
The music, guides me towards the other side of this fragile looking glass,
until I am but a river, a stream of consciousness, meandering through the grass,
running through the land, I’d left behind; then the music ends… and I open up my eyes.
Karima Hoisan
Nov. 1, 2020
Costa Rica
*Footnote: Thank you Sundaram for sharing this ethereal music with me..It made
me write a poem:)
Digital Rabbit Hole 
Lovely description of that disembodied dancing feeling that good ethereal music can produce. Maybe if I listen to the music and read your words a few more times it will help with this headache! 🙂
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Ahh, well I would be honored if it could..Sorry you have one though:( but glad you enjoyed my little post of relaxing , meditative music, and my poetic response to it:)
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I don’t know where to start. You render me wordless. You’d be surprised to know that I rarely read poetry on WordPress… for most of the times it looked pretentious to me…as if the writer is in a race to showcase his/her language prowess… and then I read you. You are effortless, Karima. You wake up my soul, and you wake up the poet inside me. I enjoy your words immensely, and learn a lot too. And thanks so much for this dedication. You weaved such an exquisite garland out of the feelings this music evokes, and that too so quick. May God bless you… and always keep you smiling.
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Sundaram, I am surprised! I had no idea you felt this way, about poets here, in general..so I take it as a great honor, that you not only are reading me, but commenting and initiating dialogues with me. I write in simple terms, it’s how I speak too..one of my favorite poets in Spanish is Pablo Neruda, and he wrote so simply, an 8 year old could read him, ahh but like Rumi, he was so profound. You maybe just gave me the greatest compliment, by saying..I wake your soul! Wow..and I understand what you are saying..sometimes, Art, of any kind, does that to me..When I read your short story, set in the colony, I immediately wanted to share it with my best friend.., That song by Erik Satie…seeing my first flock of Macaws cover the sky in color:) May God bless you too, keep you safe and creative… always filled with love and hope. I see your generosity of spirit..shining through the distance of the miles..🙏
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Thanks Karima… Pablo Naruda, and Rumi both are huge names…however, I’ve never gotten to read them… but I sure am going to begin very soon… exploring poetry is something I’ve been putting off for long…. even if I don’t I’m reading you :))
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Oh Sundaram, I am not in the same league of either these poets:) (Neruda o Rumi) but both of them wake up my soul too..If WordPress will indulge me, Here is my favorite by Neruda…I can barely perform it, without my voice breaking
The Saddest Poem
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.”
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her.
To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.
That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.
As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.
The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.
I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.
Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.
Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.
Pablo Neruda
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I think I am going to order at least one book each of both of them…because I got him. I understood him. Thanks Karima. And forget the league my friend.
Lines for you:
For long I searched
for the best books,
and best people,
yet it was the simplest that brought tears to my eyes,
and the humblest that made me feel alive.
Keep shining Karima :))
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I actually did a collaboration with an amazing Rumanian musician using a piece of this poem I will put by Rumi:) I love the words.. You can hear it on YouTube here:
https://youtu.be/MbmMQrDXRX8 Akoviani’s music is Wonderful!!
The whole poem reads:
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
Some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
Who violently sweep your house
Empty of its furniture,
Still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
For some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
Meet them at the door laughing,
And invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
Because each has been sent,
As a guide from beyond.
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I was totally transfixed by the music I must say… and such a delightful colab it was. My kind of stuff, Karima…thanks for sharing.
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Hi Sundaram, for some reason, I can’t reply to our thread, but hope you read this, out of order but understand. I love your lines you shared..and I agree totally.. These lines, ”
For long I searched
for the best books,
and best people,
yet it was the simplest that brought tears to my eyes,
and the humblest that made me feel alive.”
Oh my, I too have found this in my life and have come to the same conclusion..In simplicity is where truth can speak to all of us…The most profound ideas, can be grasped in a few chose words. Both Rumi and Neruda have this talent…I am glad you will read more of them. Thank you again, for this spontaneous exchange of ideas:)
Oh and, yes Akoviani is wonderful..Let me share a bit of history on how we ever met..Virtually that is… https://karimahoisan.com/2016/09/27/catharsis-and-serendipity/
I hope you will enjoy it!
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As always, Karima, beautiful, beautiful. A true wonder.❤️ Have a lovely week. 🙂
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Thank you so much Jeff..for liking and getting my poetry:) Hope your week is good too. Thank you for commenting , once again, my friend.🌺
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It is my complete pleasure. 🙂
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Meditative words for meditative music. Lovely! I think I will try and use both to soothe my weary monkey mind
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Thank you Hoyt! Yes the music is so relaxing..and it took me on this journey I describe. “Monkey Mind” haha I used to call my uncontrolled thoughts, that crazy lady upstairs who always has her radio blaring!!
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Seamless words flowing beautifully Karima ❤️❤️❤️
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Ohh thank you so much Samreen, my dear poetic friend:)
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You are always welcome Habeebity ❤️❤️🤗
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