In One Puff


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

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21 Responses to In One Puff

  1. daleinnis says:

    These pictures of your interactions with your muse are so great. 🙂 She’s quite playful here; makes me smile.

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  3. Jeff Flesch says:

    Ah, fantastically written, as always, Karima. For the love of our muse. Wonderful, my friend. ❤😊🙏

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  4. Diana says:

    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 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! ❤️🤗🌹🌈✨🌟🌴🌺


  5. 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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    • Thank you my friend..I missed this comment of yours, but now I can tell you thank you and that you have been on my mind a lot. How are you? Your family, your town?

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    • I’m so glad to hear from you, Sundaram, and know you are safe. Yes it has gotten very bad here too, luckily, I got my 2nd Pfizer last week, so I am almost totally vaccinated. The only good thing about being 50:):) I pray for you all in India and Brazil..and well..everywhere. I don’t think any of us could imagine the scale this would take a little over a year ago. You are in my thoughts and prayers…Ramadan Kareem!🙏🤗❤️

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      • Thanks so much, Karima. 🙂 And it’s such a comfort to know you are fully vaccinated. I just hope we’re all out of it soon. I’m trying to focus back on writing to keep positive. See you around. Soon. :))

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  6. 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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  7. Shanyu says:

    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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