I miss Violet…
the days of Violet..
when she roamed the streets and shops and forests,
the innocence of a brand new world,
building itself without a plan..
When all was new and the virtual world
was a looking glass that I fell into.
Violet fell in too.
Instead of mirroring who we were,
this looking glass
reflected who we could be,
who we wanted to be.
It was another kind of truth, the kind, not easily seen.
Violet knew.
She morphed into a subtle ray of grace,
was caring, loving, funny.
She stalked me, with interest,
and what I thought a coincidence
was her best shot.
Two random strangers on a bench
circled by butterflies, saying hello the first time;
Violet made this happen.
And then all the rest happened on its own,
for all was possible in this second life.
This life was shaped more by us, than fate
and yet, we realized our destiny was tied.
We changed our bodies, like costumes
and tried on everything.
I was still a poet,
Violet still an artist.
The best virtual years for me,
was when she was by my side.
My best friend, my love; we decorated Everything,
and how we danced!
We threw ourselves from planes, and landed in fields of flowers.
We were dreamers in tandem and lucid,
but one day she took off her costume,
the one that made her mine, then….
Violet, was gone forever.
Karima Hoisan
March 23, 2021
Costa Rica
Such a wonderful poem, Karima.
xoxo
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Big smiles and thank yous for you Gabriela…..glad you enjoyed this one my friend!
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My pleasure sweetheart. Bug hugs to you too.
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Ohh so lovely and nostalgic, and so melancholy at the end. I remember those early times, too, everything fresh and unknown, every person a lovely mystery, all schemes innocent and simple.
We and the world have to mature, and lots of good things come from that. But also losses.
Once again you’ve used a very personal story to capture something so universal; thank you!
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Ha, I meant to write “losses”, not “kisses”. But… 🙂
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Corrected:):)
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Yes, I was bit by a little virtual nostalgia… Just like in real life, we miss people who go away:) My first years were the best….although, The virtual continues to offer experiences that can not be done, especially mid pandemic, in the real world:)) Glad it piqued your own virtual nostalgia,Dale:)
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What a fun way to use your experiences in the Second Life ‘game’ and reflect on how affected your real life. I love how you have merged the online you with the offline you.
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Thank you Ana, yes I liked you put the word “game” in quotes…Really, Second Life is not a game..(anymore than Life is) It’s just an alternative reality..where you can create…what you can imagine:): Thank you so much for this comment…🙏
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Love the creativity and personal connection I get from this poem, Karima. Creation, mystery, the unknown, connection, love, and loss all displayed so elegantly, my friend. A lovely poem. ❤🌹🙏😊
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Well, thank you so much Jeff, for seeing this poem on the many layers I alluded to. Yes, Violet for me, represents a very innocent, new beginning. We were all pioneers, creating everything we could see. It had a bi tof the Wild West feeling, but also the romance and hopefulness of being given a chance to be….anything you wanted to be…Magical!! ❤️🙏🤗✨
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You’re welcome, Karima. Always my pleasure. ❤ Magical indeed, my friend. ❤😊🌹🙏
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Lovely, Karima ❤
I adore your poems.
Yours,
David
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Thank you David:):) Those are heartwarming words…and you know too….it is very mutual.
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Much love ❤
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WOW… This was so… I don’t have words…
…….. I really don’t, Karima..
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭. God bless you….. Your words are like a river that flows to the deepest part of my soul.
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Awwww habeebity,,,big hugs!!! I am honored that my words could penetrate so deeply. 🤗
You are such a sensitive soul and very empathetic…..most things don’t last forever, but for the times they do…we must just embrace and enjoy them, these gifts that come…and sadly go, leave the most beautiful memories ❤️❤️❤️
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A perfect description Miss Karima! Real it virtual, virtual or real, we must exhaust every moment. Because these moments pass before us in a blink!
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Aww thank you Hoyr….haha am smiling at your new name:) Never saw it spelled that way before:):) Well…this is not to discount the Hoyt days either…all those first days..were so filled with magical exploration and realizations…Hard not to be nostalgic, when looking back:)
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Wonderful capturing of the moment. To quote Horace: “Scale back your long hopes to a short period. While we speak, time is envious and is running away from us.
Seize the day, trusting little in the future.”
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Oh Oing..you are so right!!…Thank you new friend for visiting my blog..I am glad you enjoyed the poem:)
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This virtual world has turned your dreams into reality, your poetry into songs. And I can see how much it means to you here. Beautiful poem, Karima. More a story with pictures, I’d say. :))
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Sweet. Sad. Lovely. Beautiful. Everything. WONDERFULLY DONE, Karima!
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Aww thank you…The virtual fills and saddens just like in real life..These were wonderful years of discovering the possibilities there, and Violet was by my side:) Loved you comment Benjamin!❤️
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You’re welcome. Memories are beautiful. I feel they can’t be tarnished. Sending you all good things!
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