Now..
Mondays are not the kindest day of the week..
They can hold me accountable
for the entire weekend.
On Mondays..I’ve been known
to let my mind take flight
out of the nearest window;
it whooshes as it rushes
far from my desk and into the past.
It only flies in one direction..
backwards until it meets up
with you- know-who again…..
with you again.
I maintain a glass-eyed look
on my face, deeply focused
deeply working,
but really far far away,
from recessed lighting
and printers whirring.
When I shoot back into the past,
it is also daylight,
but natural, sun playing with clouds,
you playing with my scarf,
fixing unruly strands of hair peeking out
as we climb,
those steep cobblestone streets,
that once were ours to walk.
The town was ours and Mondays were
our sacred days… the very best.
For you would knock upon my door and say,
“Come on..there are errands to be run.”
Was work ever any sweeter..
than walking from store to store?
Dropping off and picking up…
hand and hand, everything striking us funny?
I loved you..how I loved every minute spent by your side.
I loved teasing you,
being teased by you,
laughing until we both were crying..
gasping to catch our breath.
The air was lighter, the shadows brighter,
your open-mouth laugh,
with your head thrown back..
I kissed you on your cheek,
and squeezed your hand to say,
“I love you” in every language I knew.
Now,
you come back to me, any night or any day,
you pull my head into the long ago, the no longer real,
the no longer possible.
Stamping your foot a little impatiently..
waiting in my open door,
Your beautiful coal black eyes, anime -size,
the smell of perfumed oils from Dubai,
incense embroidered in your clothes,
Your beautifully playful soft wry smile
“Come on, get your scarf on…. there are errands to be run.”
Karima Hoisan
May 23, 2022
Costa Rica
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Beautiful sense of memory and nostalgia; you capture the small sensations that fill out our recollections. Definitely a good Monday activity…
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Thanks Dale..usually this activity beats most Monday realities:) Glad you enjoyed!
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so beautiful Karima.. I can smell the lingering scent and feel the wondrous feelings from there to here in your memories of Monday errands and yesterdays! 💖💖
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That’s wonderful, Cindy, that my words could help you feel those Monday memories..You are such an empathic reader as well as a brilliant poet. I am honored you left me this beautiful comment:)🙏
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Yes indeed Karima. Oh that’s a lovely comment but it’s your time to shine here and you’re so welcome! 💖💖 I’m grateful for your words.
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Beautifully crafted!
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Was so funny ironic Linda, I woke up and wrote on a paper..”Mondays are nostalgic”…Then today.. I read your Patreon piece and thought..Oh..well then I should write something else..but then I thought no..we(you and I) were on the same wavelength just different stories..So nicely ironic:):)
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simply gorgeous writing, Karima. No words.
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Oh Wow David!!! Thank you 🙏❤️
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What a beautiful nostalgia, Karima! Memories are still so fresh in your mind, or rather heart. So natural, and so flawless!
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Thank you Kaushal…such a beautiful comment! Ahhh our hearts go where they want to go…I guess mine does have a good memory and when I remember….they just flow over the sides, and become my poetry.🙏🌹🌼🦋
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such beautiful nostalgia🥰🌹😘🙏🏼❤️oh, how you bring it alive & honor the presence —it is far more than a memory— of your loved one. it touches my heart too🙏🏼❤️🙏🏼
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Smiling J. I love to think you felt this so deeply, it was able to touch you too..I know you know of love such as this..you live and have lived unique loves and they will always live in you..and I’m sure…goes with us when we leave our bodies. Love is eternal and a great truth of Life..I feel so lucky to still be haunted by this one. Thank you for this beautiful comment. 🙏❤️🤗🌹
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Beautiful this scenery and the narrative captured in thought! I love the sprawl of the memories and evocative word.
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Thank you Jaya for reading and leaving your impressions.. cool phrase you chose, “Sprawl of memories” Perfect to describe this flow into the past . I always enjoy how you see my poetry:)
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Thank you for taking on this beautiful, nostalgic journey. Everything was so vibrant. Bravo.
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Ohh thank you Joyce for your appreciation of the subject matter, a recurrent nostalgia that when least expected pops up again:) I am so glad you felt the vibrancy of the scene.. for me these simple vignettes will be etched in my mind….forever and a day:)
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I know that feeling all too well, which is yet another reason why your piece resonated so well with me. Keep shining brightly, my friend. You are very talented.
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Such a glorious reflection and contemplation of love. The playfulness and wistfulness of your language invites the reader to fully engulf their senses in your beautiful reminiscence. It touches and moves the heart. I love this piece, Karima. It is so beautiful. ❤️🌹🦋🤗
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Awww thank you so much Jeff, for saying this…from one sentimental nostalgic to another, I think we understand each other well:) I love that you love it. I cherish your comment:) 🤗❤️🌹
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You’re most welcome, Karima. It’s always my pleasure to read you. A delight each time. Ah, I think we understand each other well too. I love that you love that I love it. That’s so fun. 🤗❤️🌹
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Totally makes my day!!
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How could I miss this…Karima, I have no words to express how deep & beautiful this piece is…every single line projected the imagery…memories you hold in your heart so lovingly…it’s actually the pure love in the form of these memories…this energy can be felt in this beautiful scenery ✨❤️💫
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Dear Navin, so happy you did stumble on this one, as I had a feeling you would enjoy and even relate to it…All our ghosts have a way of contacting us, many times, when we least expect it, and yet the bewitchment is always….amazingly beautiful, powerful and leaves us speechless. You my poetic friend have the gift of translating those powerful moments from the past into beautiful poetry…and sometimes..I too am blessed to find the words to put to the raw emotion…the “pure touch” the “pure love” that you write about so well. Thank you for your words and your loving support:) ❤️🤗
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You’re very welcome, my dear friend…even your reply on my comment is so poetic & divine ✨❤️💫
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Lovely imagery, Karima!
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Thanks so much Dawn… special memories that last a lifetime are these:)
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What a magically wonderful piece. I love the way you started this lovely write dearest Karima. Often I too travel back on Monday’s but I have never heard any one express that before. Flying out the window but going backwards.
Watching the small things about people we love and how much we missed them is hard. The ending was also just perfect, I like the way the friend did protest wanting to be released and fretting a bit but when it comes down to it, she can not say goodbye either, and off they go. What a beautiful and love filled writing to a treasured gift. A smile, a laugh or a simple head thrown back, those are the things in the end we love so much about the people who share our lives with. Giving you much love and hugs, you express yourself with so much emotion, stunning, Love Joni
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Oh Joni..reading your comment I know you and I could sit over coffee or tea for hours and talk and talk. I feel your nostalgic heart and also your strengths..your wounds and your scar less recoveries.. I am definitely guilty about being a great nostalgic, and easily haunted by the best parts of my passt..I no longer have. My special friend. I mention here has been in so many of my poems, my dreams, my haunting…the poem I just wrote today drags her back to my center stage. I’m hopeless”) You are so right, it’s those little details that last and define a great love…an uncommon love that will serve as a muse and an indelible memory, an oil painting that goes on through the centuries.. How wonderful and how uncontrolled and obsessed!! but I wouldn’t change a minute. Much love to you dear Joni, Karima
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Your words are dynamic. They are well chosen and carry every complimentary mood and vigor that bring imageries to their full course. ❤️❤️❤️❤️
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Why thank you so much..I am so glad you enjoyed this poem from some of my best days in Jordan. You might enjoy the whole story of my singular friend, Umahmd. I have just finished writing it yesterday and it has 5 chapters. It’s prose (some poems added) but it’s longer than most of my posts. You could try the first chapter to see if it holds your interest. You are such a sensitive reader, I thought you might like to know the backstory behind so many of my poems here. https://karimahoisan.com/2023/04/16/an-invitation-to-read-my-short-story-gliding-beauty/ All the chapter links are listed in order if you’d like to try.:) Thank you for reading this one and sending me your feedback:) Much appreciated!
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