“…soul-mates out to dine on just each others artsy passions…”
I invite you to listen to my reciting of this poem, from a live reading at Tropical Reflections Costa Rica Feb. 23rd, 2011-Just Click PLAY below:
Dinner For Two
for D.
Maybe it is not my place to feel what I am feeling,
to twist and stretch a little room where nothing does nor can exist
into a banquet hall of fantasy.
Soul-mates out to dine on just each others’ artsy passions, and obsessions,
that make their eyes glow bright gazing over candlelight,
that makes the Time lie still and wait like silver placed next to their plates,
to be picked up and then put down while color is served in twelve ascending courses, and waiters are flowing and never cease changing
the table decorations and decor.
I know it is a lot to ask,
that Time rewrite the scripts already served and eaten in the past,
the sickness and the crippling, the waning and the laming,
the unrecoverable damaged goods left at both our doors.
But I have fought for what my heart decries,
and I have had the patience of a mounted saint,
standing still upon her steed, now poised,
ready to storm the gates of propriety and go beyond all logic
and all reason,
there is a time to act for every season,
and I see winter comes upon us so voraciously.
It’s love that bursts inside my chambers, and makes my heart grow larger
than it’s supposed to grow,
It’s love that makes me throw all caution out the door,
and standing now on top the tablecloth,
I am the centerpiece of it,
I am the crystal flower bowl of Love.
I am the foolish girl who loves beyond her reach,
who loves the brilliant and the futile,
who loves with depth,
and who loves you,
and all your Art that she can eat.
Karima Hoisan
October 31, 2011
LINC Island, SL
Footnote. This was done more than 11 years ago. The Artist in the poem, influenced my
poetry and my video making in amazing ways. I was captivated by his brilliant use of colors.
I even learned to love the color orange, I had never appreciated before. I never told him that I had fallen in love with his mind, his talent, but he was in the audience, the day I recited this poem:)
Digital Rabbit Hole 