In One Puff
The everyday..the simple, the light changing and coloring the room,
for a few minutes pure silence as the traffic mysteriously disappears.
I find I’m holding my breath in anticipation, of what? I’m not sure.
Now, the wind has hushed, the birds seem to be listening; I’m listening too.
The muse rustles the bushes, plays hide and seek on the shadows,
camouflaging, then revealing, she makes her way through my backyard.
What a very ordinary day, she has chosen, there’s nothing exceptional..but her.
Newborn birds, express an interest, wide-eyed in innocence they follow her light.
I don’t want to scare her away, so of course, I pretend I haven’t noticed,
her circling and twinkling as she traverses the lawn, hiding inside the palms
I feel she is teasing me and at the same time, answering my unconscious plea
It’s been some time now, since I fell into a poetic flow, and was carried away.
Have you ever seen your muse smiling as she approaches, all zig zag and playful?
I hope for at least a whisper in my ear, some idea, that I might use and call my own.
She is laughing and blows through my screen and in one puff, stands in front of me.
“So, you wish to write a poem today with nothing new to say? Done. Just sign it”
Karima Hoisan
March 12, 2021
Costa Rica
These pictures of your interactions with your muse are so great. 🙂 She’s quite playful here; makes me smile.
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Thanks Dale, she made me smile too today:) So glad you enjoyed it!
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Ah, fantastically written, as always, Karima. For the love of our muse. Wonderful, my friend. ❤😊🙏
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Thank you Jeff, I tried to take my own advice (that’s sometimes very hard) and start a poem, not knowing where it might go…Luckily my muse did step in, just in the nick of time❤️🌺🌸
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Welcome, Karima, always. Beautiful. Have a lovely weekend. 🌺🙏💕
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Wow.. That last sentence just blew me away!! Beautiful piece, Habibti! You are amazing with words!! Stay blessed dear! And here’s to more beautiful musings from you😘❤️🙏🤗🌹💐💕🎁
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Thank you sweet Poet..so glad you enjoyed it… The muse is unpredictable and mercurial…but she came through at the end:):) Here’s to more poetry..and to be always in that creative trance of writing it:) Blessing habeebiti always! ❤️🤗🌹🌈✨🌟🌴🌺
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Lovely. I see her: your muse. Her expressions, her playfulness as she approaches you from the back door, and ducks behind a chair, when you take notice. You describe this so well, Karima. :))
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I love this. Re-read the last stanza few times. So good! Never can get enough of the muse concept. It’s very interesting.
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The muse is maybe as close as we get to magic…:) or as close as I get. I too love the concept..some part of us we can’t control with normal actions..autonomous and yet part of us..and where are creativity lies…
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Yes, the muse is like where the subconscious and conscious mind meets. It’s really is at the heart of art!
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This is pure joy. I love the personification of your muse. It just adds such a wonderful dimension to this piece.
The way it is written really narrates a fantastic incident that pretty much all writers want to talk about. I like how simple and sweet the finale is. It’s truly a blessing to have read this.
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