The Dancer In The Tree

Posted on September 15, 2020 by Karima Hoisan

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The Dancer In The Tree
A piano playing in the background goes
tip tipping over the branch of a tree.
My unexpected trance is now the conduit
that allows these miracles to happen…
right before my ears,
right before my eyes
The stage has been set and
I’m in the audience, mesmerized.

How the notes pirouette on the shiny bark,
caught in just that instant in a beam of light!
And what color is tree bark in such light?
Everything else is 10 shades of green,
but the bark glows in the sun, like it does in moonlight.
What color could I paint that bark against those leaves?
In the day it might be corn silk motif, flecked in green,
at night, an indescribable hue of grey -blue and ashes.
But night or day, I honestly can say, it takes my breath away.

Awaiting in the wings, a slender figure, a dancer is perched
in Nature’s solar spotlight that follows him as he swings forward.
Oh now, I just stop breathing..but when he lets go..I let go of reality.
He slow-paces his glide to the center of the branch
He tip toes, just like the music but he is almost weightless,
an alien, an unknown, that landed here in my tree,
just to perform in this out -of- the -way place for whoever comes to see.
I am alone, but if someone were next to me, we both would be shouting…
Dance! Oh please Dance!
And I shout it now breathless…DANCE!!
My voice so jarring I feel pulled out of this waking sleep,
as he moves and he leaps and he mouth-open surprises me!
But as his figure fades into the backdrop I see him twirl
I see him do impossible things, while my mind is only joy
and he is only grace, only giving, pure generosity
as the rushes of sound, birds calling, insects humming
begin to take over me.
I feel both blessed and sad..
so blessed
so sad
Because I know…
If I came back every day this week…
I  still would never see him again.
Only in my dreams will I ever see him again.
In lucid living, each gift only comes for a little while
and, it only comes once and it never comes again.

Karima Hoisan
September 15th 2020
Independence Day
Costa Rica

El Bailarín En El Árbol

Un piano tocando en el fondo va
punta volcando la rama de un árbol.
Mi trance inesperado es ahora el conducto
que permite que estos milagros sucedan …
justo ante mis oídos,
justo ante mis ojos
El escenario ha sido preparado y
Estoy en la audiencia, hipnotizada.

Cómo las notas hacen piruetas sobre la corteza brillante,
atrapado en este momento en un rayo de luz!
¿Y de qué color es la corteza de los árboles con tanta luz?
Todo lo demás son 10 tonos de verde
pero la corteza brilla al sol, como a la luz de la luna.
¿De qué color podría pintar esa corteza contra esas hojas?
En el día podría ser un motivo de seda de maíz, moteado de verde,
de noche, una tonalidad indescriptible de gris -azul y ceniza.
Pero de noche o de día, puedo decir honestamente, apenas puedo respirar.

Esperando en las alas, una figura esbelta, un bailarín se posa
en el foco solar de la Naturaleza, que lo sigue mientras se balancea hacia adelante.
Ah ahora, simplemente dejo de respirar … pero cuando el se suelta … dejo ir la realidad.
Se desliza lentamente hacia el centro de la rama.
Se pone de puntillas, como la música, pero casi ingrávido,
un extraterrestre, un desconocido, que aterrizó aquí en mi árbol,
solo para actuar en este lugar apartado para quien venga a ver.
Estoy solo, pero si hubiera alguien a mi lado, todos estaríamos gritando …
¡Baile! ¡Oh, por favor, Baile!
Y lo grito ahora sin aliento… ¡¡BAILE !!
Mi voz es tan discordante que me siento sacado de este sueño despierto
mientras él se mueve y salta y ¡me sorprende con mi boca abierta!
Pero cuando su figura se desvanece en el telón de fondo, lo veo girar
Lo veo hacer cosas imposibles, mientras mi mente es solo alegría
y él es solo gracia, solo entrega, pura generosidad
como las ráfagas del sonido, pájaros canto, insectos tarareando
empezar a apoderarse de mí.
Me siento bendecida y triste.
tan bendecida
tan triste
Porque yo sé…
Si volviera todos los días de esta semana …
Todavía nunca lo volvería a ver.
Solo en mis sueños lo volvería a ver.
En una vida lúcida, cada regalo solo llega por un tiempito;
Solo viene una vez y nunca vuelve más.

Karima Hoisan
15 de septiembre de 2020
Día de la Independencia

 

 

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Two Poems Written as a Child

Posted on September 14, 2020 by Karima Hoisan

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As I started writing poetry as a child, someone asked me if I still had the first poem I ever wrote? Actually, I do!!
My mother framed it, as mother’s tend to do:) so it has not been lost over (believe me!) many many years.
I will post them here and I hope you enjoy them. My first poem was about Nature, and we were living in the Midwest of the USA. I have lost almost all of my early poem, but the second one, I will display here, is safe inside my head and never forgotten.

A Summer Favor

The sun to me is not a sun,
But warmth and beauty in disguise
The cool soft breezes touch my face,
Carrying multitudes of butterflies.

The song of Nature is being sung
By every beak and every tongue.
The leaves of Fall have blown away
And in their place, the birds will stay.

The snow has long since melted down
And grass grows from the same cold ground.
The branches stretch their arms to say,
Please make tomorrow a sunny day.

Please bring the rain to feed our trees
And color each twig with colored leaves.
For soon the summer months will go
And in their place come months of snow…

Help us, give us what we need
For every budding flower and seed

Kari 9 years old

The second poem, was written a few months after my dad’s death at a young age. I was very affected by his death and trying to make sense out of it. I was 11 years old.

Four Questions Three Answers

1. Why must I always go forward Sir?
Because you need to look back and regret.

2. Why is the present seldom calm?
Because it moves in the wake of the past
and the uncertainty of the future.

3.Why is there no place in the present
for my memories of the past?
Illusionary happiness, like oil,
floats on the water of reality.

4. And why must death be my future Sir
if there is no future in death?

Because………..

(En Español)

Cuando comencé a escribir poesía cuando era niña, alguien me preguntó si todavía tenía el primer poema que escribí. ¡¡De hecho, sí !!
Mi madre lo enmarcó, como suele hacer la madre 🙂 para que no se haya perdido durante (¡créanme!) Muchos, muchos años.
Los publicaré aquí y espero que los disfruten. Mi primer poema trataba sobre la naturaleza y vivíamos en el medio oeste de Estados Unidos. He perdido casi todo mis primeras poemas, pero el segundo, que mostraré aquí, está a salvo dentro de mi cabeza y nunca lo olvidaré.

Un Favor de Verano

El sol para mí no es un sol
Pero calidez y belleza disfrazadas
Las suaves brisas frescas tocan mi cara
Llevando multitudes de mariposas.

Se canta la canción de la naturaleza
Por cada pico y cada lengua.
Las hojas del otoño se han ido
Y en su lugar, los pájaros se quedarán.

La nieve hace tiempo que se derritió
Y la hierba crece en el mismo suelo frío.
Las ramas estiran los brazos para decir:
Por favor, haz de mañana un día soleado.

Por favor trae la lluvia para alimentar nuestros árboles
Y colorea cada ramita con hojas de colores.
Porque pronto los meses de verano se irán
Y en su lugar vienen meses de nieve …

Ayúdanos, danos lo que necesitamos
Por cada flor y semilla en ciernes

Kari 9 años

El segundo poema fue escrito unos meses después de la muerte de mi padre a una edad temprana. Su muerte me afectó mucho y traté de encontrarle sentido. Tenía 11 años.

Cuatro Preguntas -Tres Respuestas

1. ¿Por qué debo ir siempre adelante, señor?
Porque necesitas mirar hacia atrás y arrepentirte.

2. ¿Por qué el presente rara vez es tranquilo?
Porque se mueve tras el pasado
y la incertidumbre del futuro.

3.¿Por qué no hay lugar en el presente?
por mis recuerdos del pasado?
Felicidad ilusoria, como el aceite,
flota en el agua de la realidad.

4. ¿Y por qué la muerte debe ser mi futuro, señor?
si no hay futuro en la muerte?

Porque………..

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The Sunshine Blogger Award Nomination

Posted on September 13, 2020 by Karima Hoisan

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I have been nominated by an amazing blogger for Sunshine Blogger Award.
Thank you Divine-Royalty for nominating me. I really appreciate it.
He has a wonderful, very active and motivating blog about everything from Relationships to Self-development and Success Strategy.

Please visit Divine-Royalty’s blog here: https://divineroyalty2.wordpress.com/

SUNSHINE BLOGGER AWARD RULES:
Thank the person who nominated you and provide a link back to their blog.
Answer the 11 questions asked by the person who nominated you.
Nominate 11 people and ask them 11 new questions.
Notify the nominees by commenting on one of their posts.
List the rules and display the Sunshine Blogger Award in your post.
The Sunshine Blogger Award is given to bloggers by other bloggers who are creative, positive, and inspiring.
Once nominated, a blogger is required to write a post in which they thank the blogger for nominating them and link back to their blog.

Questions From Divine-Royalty are….

1. When did you start blogging?
I started blogging 10 years ago, in December of 2010

2. How did you feel when launching your site?
I felt skeptical. I was talked into it, by my virtual publicist. I asked, “what will I ever find to say, after my first post?” Now it’s 10 years later:)

3.What was your first post about?
My post announced my first published virtual poetry book of poetry that had just gone on sale, entitled, Digital Rabbit Hole.

4.Did you after some time change it? Why?
I really never changed my blogging format that concentrated on virtual stories, my live readings, videos I made, virtual worlds I created and my poetry.

5.How do you contribute through blogging to make the world a better place?
I would hope my blog is a source of knowledge about the possibilities of virtual worlds, and touching common human feelings and connecting with others all over the world through my poetry.

6.How do you find inspiration to write?
I have been been writing all my life since about 9 years old. I find inspiration in Everything! I find inspiration in Life and also daily in my virtual life. Art works inspire me and Music helps me tap into the poetry flow.

7.Who motivates you when you feel like quitting?
I have never felt I could quit. It is hard to just quit being what you have always been, in my case a poet. I have had periods of less activity blogging, but I have never felt like I wanted to quit.

8. How do you handle negative comments?
I guess I have been lucky to not have been bombarded by many negative comments. The few I have had, that I think were given to me sincerely, I looked at and tried to see my post from their eyes. Did they have a point?

9.Your favorite time spent?
That is an easy question for me, smiles. I am my happiest creating something: writing, composing music, making films or building 3D worlds, even preparing and delivering Live Poetry Readings Virtually.

10.Your favorite people to spent time with?
I love creative and intelligent people, who are deeply sensitive, compassionate and connect to all humanity. I love spending time in both the real world and the virtual world with people who are wise yet humble, generous and giving.

11.Your favorite place?
My favorite place in my real life is a room where I write, with big windows that look out into the trees and jungle with a feeding station for birds right on the window sill. In my virtual life, my favorite spot is my island, LINC Island, that I have slowly built and created over 12 years.

MY NOMINEES ARE…….

1. Puzzles Of The Soul (Nanette) https://puzzlesofthesoul.com/

2. Joel Abakah https://jplatform.wordpress.com/

3 . Lluís Bussé https://lluisbusse.wordpress.com

4. Dr. Prithvidev Kamboj https://kaahsh.com/

5. Angelilie https://voyage-onirique.com/

6. Frank Solanki https://franksolanki.com/

7. Tap ON (Tapan) https://tap.gold/

8. Natascha Randt https://aetherisavidi.wordpress.com/

9. Meteoedu https://seavecinatormentacom.wordpress.com/

10. Christian E. Castiblanco https://christiancasbaker.wordpress.com/blog/

11. Loveblossom (Zahra) https://chromelove5.wordpress.com

I have chosen these blogs that I always enjoy reading. All of them entertain, teach or just delight. It is up to you if you want to accept this award, but I want you to know how much I enjoy reading you.

QUESTIONS FOR MY NOMINEES IF YOU DECIDE TO ACCEPT:

1. What made you decide to start a blog?

2. Where is your favorite place to write and what time of the day?

3. If you could travel, tomorrow, to any country; where would you go and why?

4. Do you ever go back and read your posts from the past. How do you feel about them, years later?

5.Do you prefer city life or country quiet? In what ambiance do you feel most inspired? Why?

5, How old were you when you began to love, poetry, writing, painting, photography, your chosen art or blogging form?

6. Have you connected deeply with other bloggers through your blog? If yes, explain a little.

7. Has reading other blogs helped you personally in your life? If yes, give an example.

8. Are you more creative at night or in the day? Tell us a bit more about your choice.

9. How has the Covid lockdown affected your blogging? Do you blog more or less?

10. Do you love your work or is it just a job and a paycheck? If you don’t love it, in what field would you prefer working ? Why?

11. Do people in your home and close friends, support you in your passion for blogging? Explain a little.

I look forward to reading your answers and knowing a bit more about you. If you can’t accept this award nomination, just let me know. There is no obligation, but I want you all to know how much I enjoy reading you.

HAPPY BLOGGING! PEACE & INSPIRATION…
Love,
Karima

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The Pigeon Feeder

Posted on September 12, 2020 by Karima Hoisan

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The Pigeon Feeder

I know I should have said goodbye to you
so many times before today,
but I was a silly woman, always drunk on hope,
polishing her rose glasses for a better future.
Sometimes you made it so easy,
when you were the cruel ruler feeding pigeons,
only later to bake them in pies.
That smile on your face of total hypocrisy,
“Eat up, fatten up…. soon you will be my dinner.
Soon I will be done with you…and buy some more”

What kept me faithful to your faithlessness?
Even when you took a second wife;I really tried.
I welcomed her into our home, our bedroom, our life.
Always the quiet and submissive breeze, fluttering
through your house, dropping rose petals at your feet
at your locked bedroom door.
But like the painting on our wall, you kept me half starved,
one grain at a time, until I started fighting just to survive.
How easy for me to say, “Not another day!” and leave.
But it wasn’t…and I stayed another week, one more year.
{If I just give it time; maybe we could be truly happy…inshallah.}

But sometimes it is not in god’s plan and not even in a
woman’s or a man’s.
No matter how hard we force the puzzle pieces,
if they were not made to be; they will never fit,
never form the picture we hope to see, we strive to be.
Was it love that kept me down at your feet, serving coffee, life on my knees?
Was love so strong inside of me, I forgot to see and remember who you were?
I even forgot who I was.. in the end that was the biggest loss of all.
The day I actually, flew the coop, turned around and walked away,
I was overcome with this question, as I went, out the last time from your gate…
But why… did I ever stay this long?

Karima Hoisan
September 12, 2020
Costa Rica

El Alimentador de Palomas

Sé que debería haberte dicho adiós
tantas veces antes de hoy,
pero yo era una mujer tonta, siempre borracha de esperanza,
puliendo sus lentes rosados para un futuro mejor.
A veces lo hiciste tan fácil
cuando eras el cruel gobernante dando de comer a las palomas,
solo después para hornearlas en un pastel.
Esa sonrisa en tu rostro de total hipocresía,
“Come, engorda…. pronto serás mi cena.
Pronto terminaré contigo … y compraré más “

¿Qué me mantuvo fiel a tu infidelidad?
Incluso cuando tomaste una segunda esposa, realmente lo intenté.
Le di la bienvenida a nuestra casa, nuestro dormitorio, nuestra vida.
Siempre la brisa tranquila y sumisa, revoloteando
por tu casa, dejando caer pétalos de rosas a tus pies
a la puerta cerrada de su dormitorio.
Pero como la pintura en nuestra pared, me mantuviste medio muerto de hambre
un grano a la vez, hasta que comencé a luchar solo para sobrevivir.
Qué fácil para mí decir: “¡Ni un día más!” y irme.
Pero no fue así … y me quedé una semana más, un año más.
{Si tan solo le diera más tiempo; tal vez podríamos ser realmente felices … inshallah.}

Pero a veces no está en el plan de Dios y ni siquiera de una
mujer o de un hombre.
No importa cuánto se fuerzan las piezas del rompecabezas,
si no estuvieran hechos para ser; nunca encajarán
nunca formamos la imagen que esperamos ver, nos esforzamos por ser.
¿Fue el amor lo que me mantuvo a tus pies, sirviendo café, la vida de rodillas?
¿Era el amor tan fuerte dentro de mí que se me olvidó de ver y recordar quién eras tu?
Incluso se me olvidó de quién era yo … al final esa fue la mayor pérdida de todas.
El día en que volé lal jaula, me di la vuelta y me fuí
Estaba abrumada con esta pregunta, mientras salía, la última vez, desde su portón …
Pero, ¿por qué … me quedé tanto tiempo?

Karima Hoisan
12 de septiembre de 2020
Costa Rica

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Pictures in a Box

Posted on September 9, 2020 by Karima Hoisan

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Pictures in a Box

Pictures in a box just laying flat in the dark,
how long has it been since I opened that drawer;
since I went back and listened to what they were saying?
“Look!” This was you and that was me and oh how young
and oh how thin and that tree was just a sapling, can you imagine?

Then they all come alive once again in my streaming memory.
Some look me in the eyes while I am looking back and say,
“Why did you do that” Why change horses in midstream and float away?
“Look, there you are on campus, but none of graduation, your choice.”
But you learned, the grass is not always greener and the fever is not in the sheets.

Then your children’s smiles are seen on top of broken dreams, and it’s OK.
How much love and learning, exploration and mistakes are captured here?
This small box, that plays music when you open it, that starts a Time Machine
and suddenly, you see it all, a flowing progression of who and what you’ve been,
those who have touched you, those who made you cry and those you sadly left behind.

Karima Hoisan
September 9, 2020 (my son’s birthday)
Costa Rica

Fotos en una Caja

Fotos en una caja simplemente acostadas en la oscuridad
¿Cuánto tiempo ha pasado desde que abrí ese cajón?
Desde que volví y escuché lo que decían,
“¡Mira!” Este eras tú y esa era yo y oh que joven
y oh qué delgado y ese árbol era solo un árbol joven, ¿te imaginas?

Luego, todos cobran vida una vez más en mi memoria fluida.
Algunos me miran a los ojos mientras miro hacia atrás y dicen:
“¿Por qué hiciste eso?” ¿Por qué cambiar de caballo en medio de la corriente y flotar?
“Mira, ahí estás en La U. pero ninguno de graduación, tu elección”.
Pero aprendiste, el zacate no siempre es más verde y la fiebre no está en las sábanas.

Entonces las sonrisas de sus hijos se ven por encima de los sueños rotos, y está bien.
Cuánto amor y aprendizaje, exploración y errores se capturan aquí.
Esta pequeña caja, que reproduce música cuando la abres, que inicia una máquina del tiempo
y de repente, lo ves todo, una progresión fluida de a quién y qué has conocido
Los que te han tocado, los que te hicieron llorar y los que tristemente dejaste atrás.

Karima Hoisan
9 de septiembre de 2020
Costa Rica

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Winter Coat

Posted on September 7, 2020 by Karima Hoisan

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Adriana – Oil on Panel | Artist Jeremiah J. White

Winter Coat 
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My mother’s winter coat
falls on its own
in the back of a closet
on a warm day in June
in a country
she never knew;
never pulled out,
to shield her against a
harsh and howling
desert gust.
For she was,
born, raised and died
A Milwaukee girl,
her winters, longer and colder.
This big black coat
a loyal bodyguard,
going with her everywhere.

Snowflakes piled up
on the shoulders
refusing to melt 
on the spot.
As she took long proud strolling steps
along Lake Michigan’s banks,.
The coat was part of her,
and she wore it so well.

I packed this heavy coat
in my suitcase,
carried it to Jordan one Ramadan, 
a year after she passed away,
thanked it nightly 
for its warmth,
as I walked home 
late from prayers.

Once, it belonged to my mother,
then, it was passed along to me.
Now it belongs to anyone
who needs a coat
in my adopted family

In our dreams we think
we are the owners,
but all is rented here,
even our very lives
are contracts
signed before our birth.
All is finite and ending,

few renewals binding.
People, faces, coats, all places,
they are but rented chairs
for a party,
and when our party is over
they are rented elsewhere.

My mother’s heavy coat
has nothing to do on a June day,
so it falls to the floor of the closet
out of space and time.
Waiting for the season,
and the renter’s need to find it,
live inside it for awhile,
give it form and of course purpose,
walk it out into the cold night air
and breathe…
simple continuity sublime.

Karima Hoisan
July 10, 2001
Karak Jordan

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Nice

Posted on September 3, 2020 by Karima Hoisan

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Nice

Someone told me, the night before last,
that, my poem I read to him was nice.
Perhaps he meant it as a compliment,
in an understated way,
but I took it as a death sentence.
the harshest penalty…
Nice?

Oh, have I come to this day..
this part of my life, where all the passion
my intense focused enthusiasm
has suddenly melted away?
And, I am baking poetic sugar cookies
that are not extraordinary, profound or moving
but they are nice to have in the cupboard?

That’s really not my type of baking,
but life, since March, has been mostly in reverse.
Desperate to bake anything at all
I have stood on my head to resurrect
those feelings, I used to have.
When I was the idealist, the slicing satirist
The rabid warrior for the weak, the all out
crusader of the unloved, the liberator of tragic dreams.
Now, I am synthesized into a shake and bake chicken,
a hamburger helper, a retro kitchen,
 of boring but nutritious meals.
“Nice”

I could blame it on that muse..
She’s locked up in some room
watching Lucille Ball…
wishing for those good ol days
that now only exist
in the fogalated minds of…
the Boomer Babies or 3am TV.
I still need to show my love,
someway, somehow to everyone born
on this planet with me.

While I’m still alive, I don’t want to write
verses that are sweet, vapid, useless.
I want to write change, humor, hope, and unity
to combat the insanity.
I want to write beauty and honesty and delicate harmony
string them up in a tree like wind chimes…
Let them play all night all day,
and burn the candles down to their puddles while
obsessed, I struggle until my very last breath,
to never write another poem,
that elicits a barely-there
weak smile, with a tepid chaser of
“Nice”

Karima Hoisan
Sept. 3, 2020
Costa Rica

(En Español)

Agradable

Alguien me dijo, anteanoche,
eso, mi poema que le leí era agradable.
Quizás lo dijo como un cumplido,
de una manera sobria,
pero lo tomé como una sentencia de muerte.
la pena más dura …
¿Agradable?

Oh, he venido a este día …
esta parte de mi vida, donde toda la pasión
mi intenso entusiasmo concentrado
se ha derretido de repente?
Y estoy horneando galletas de azúcar poéticas
que no sean extraordinarios, profundos ni conmovedores
pero es bueno tenerlos en el armario?

Ese no es realmente mi tipo de horneado,
pero la vida, desde marzo, ha sido mayormente al revés.
Desesperado por hornear cualquier cosa
Me he puesto de cabeza para resucitar
esos sentimientos, solía tener.
Cuando yo era el idealista, el satírico cortador
El guerrero rabioso para los débiles, el todo fuera
cruzado de los no amados, liberador de sueños trágicos.
Ahora, estoy sintetizado en un pollo batido y horneado,
un paquete de arroz con hamburguesa,
una cocina retro, de comidas aburridas aun nutritivas.
“Agradable”

Podría culpar a esa musa …
Ella está encerrada en alguna habitación
viendo a Lucille Ball …
deseando esos buenos días
que ahora solo existen
en las mentes neblinadas de …
los Boomer Babies o la televisión de las 3 am.
Todavía necesito mostrar mi amor
de alguna manera, de alguna manera para todos los nacidos
en este planeta conmigo.

Mientras esté vivo, no quiero escribir
versos que son dulces, insípidos, inútiles.
Quiero escribir cambio, humor, esperanza y unidad.
para combatir la locura.
Quiero escribir belleza y honestidad y delicada armonía.
colócalos en un árbol como campanillas de viento …
Déjalos tocar toda la noche todo el día
y quemar las velas hasta los charcos mientras
obsesionado, lucho hasta mi último aliento,
para nunca escribir otro poema,
que provoca un apenas
sonrisa débil y un traguito tibio de
“Agradable”

Karima Hoisan
3 de septiembre de 2020
Costa Rica

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The River of Forgetting Revisited

Posted on September 2, 2020 by Karima Hoisan

I wanted to post this video, machinima, again…because my creative partner, Natascha Randt  is still recuperating from an illness and is unable to work with me at the moment. Prayers and light and good thoughts are very welcome. I miss her and so I want to share some of our past videos with my new WordPress friends and followers.

 A quick background on this film… we did it for an International competition and took 3rd place. The challenge was to choose a piece of Art from a specific virtual campus to make a video including it, and I chose this sculptured boat entitled, “The Funerary Ship” by a French artist, Silas Merlin. I built a 3D virtual world for it to sail on and my favorite scripter, Dale Innis made the boat sail and worked together with me to make special effects:)  I wrote the poem, found the music, Nat directed, filmed, and edited it and…the rest is history.

Please watch this in HD and full screen and let us know if you enjoyed it. The poem is written out on YouTube under “show more” Hope you find it entertaining.

If you are interested in how we did this, my first post, from a few years back goes into more detail. It was the hardest project Nat and I had ever embarked on:)…but rewarding in the end. You can read it here

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Be a Leaf

Posted on September 1, 2020 by Karima Hoisan
Artist Thomas Thiemeyer – The Road to Samarkand Attribute




Be a Leaf

for Sabiscuit


…and the melody carries you away…
let it take you..take you into your mind,
the thoughts you have yet to imagine
thoughts you have not even had time to think.

The melody is the river, the breeze,
the unexpected transport that lands at your feet.
Jump on..surrender, board this boat fearlessly.
This melody is not here to drown you
nor carry you to falls of death nor boulders
that block your path and surround you.
You are not allowed to stagnate on shore;
don’t be a rock..be a leaf and it will take you…
down down downstream, all the way
to your poetry.

Muse at the helm,
her wild hair whipping the breeze…
you but the passenger humbled on your knees.
Watch it all as it passes by.
There’s a feeling in the air; you feel an ache inside.
It feels so good..a sweet urgency,
to say something anything, as that desire expands,
dip your hand in the water and the first line touches you..
There it comes; there it is; drink it off your finger tips,
Look, the muse is smiling.

Now you can just close your eyes,
That paralysis stays far behind you…
and you are signing your name
to a poem born today…while floating on a river;
it is delivered from you, to you…
What have you done to deserve this?
Nothing at all but enjoy the ride,
So, smile at your muse;
give credit where credit’s due
and say, “Thank you.”

Karima Hoisan
September 1, 2020
Costa Rica

Don’t be fooled by the title..this is 1 hour of looping magical transport..try it:)

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Piano Lesson

Posted on August 31, 2020 by Karima Hoisan
The Woman in Red” Giovanni Boldini

Piano Lesson

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Oh Abuse!
It is a complicated melody,
so hard for me to play.
Return and repeat,
with an intro
of strings, sweet passages,
until the drum rolls roar,
until the life threats roll,
until the childish tears
fall down a woman’s face,
wide-eyed fortissimo
and trembling in staccato
form a familiar symphony,
a family routine and legacy
then…
The Finale.
I can hardly play this piece.
Return and repeat,
with an intro of strings,
sweet passages…

Karima Hoisan
March 2001
Karak Jordan

Lección de piano

<< * >>

¡Oh Abuso!
Es una melodía complicada
tan difícil para mí a tocar
Regresa y repite,
con una intro
de cuerdas, dulces pasajes,
hasta que ruja el tambor,
hasta que lleguen las amenazas de vida,
hasta las lagrimas infantiles
cayen por el rostro de una mujer,
fortissimo con los ojos abiertos
y temblando en staccato
formar una sinfonía familiar,
una rutina familiar y un legado
luego…
El final.
Apenas puedo tocar esta pieza.
Regresa y repite,
con una introducción de cuerdas,
dulces pasajes …

Karima Hoisan
Marzo de 2001
Karak Jordania


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