Showing posts with label poema. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poema. Show all posts

Monday, 19 March 2018

Poem: Choices by Isolde Kanikani











Choices


Once in a time past there was stillness,
Like a ponds surface, reflective and unbroken,
Before i knew what love was,
Though i had had the emotion,

The pounding in your chest in anticipation,
Of hot thirsty lips caressing your skin,
Hearts meeting but afraid of leaving,
I didn't recognise love in all this,

Even when i looked into his face,
Seeing only my own refection,
In the ponds mirrored gaze

I kissed the surface,
Questions came with every ripple,
Expanding into choices,
Leading to different paths

Dare to love or don't love,
Chase the dream or sit still
Stay or leave, Do or die without having lived at all.

Many replicas of me in parallel worlds,
Discover the answer differently
I look back at the choices i have made,
Leading me to this moment and this road

One choice has always remained in my head,
To remind my heart that i have dared,
The decision is past,
Replaced by a new choice

i choose love

Author: Isolde Kanikani

Sunday, 18 March 2018

Gedicht: De Vijver.

De Vijver.


Er was eens, in een tijd geleden, stilte
Als een vijversoppervlak, reflecterend en ongebroken,
Voordat ik wist wat liefde was,
Hoewel ik de emotie had gehad.

Het bonzende in je borst, in afwachting,
Van hete dorstige lippen die je huid strelen,
Harten ontmoeten, maar bang om te vertrekken,
Ik herken de liefde niet in dit alles.

Zelfs toen ik hem aankeek,
Zag ik alleen mijn eigen reflectie,
In de vijvers een gespiegelde blik.

Ik kuste het oppervlak,
Vragen ontvouwde zich met elke rimpeling,
Uitbreidend naar keuzes,
Leidend naar verschillende paden.

Durf lief te hebben of niet,
Achtervolg de droom of zit stil
Blijf of vertrek, doe iets of sterf zonder ooit geleefd te hebben.

Vele replica's van mij in parallelle werelden,
Ontdekken het antwoord anders
Ik kijk terug op de keuzes die ik heb gemaakt,
Nemen mij terug naar dit moment en deze weg.

Eén keuze is altijd in mijn hoofd gebleven,
Om mijn hart eraan te herinneren dat ik het gedurfd heb,
Het besluit is voorbij,
Vervangen door een nieuwe keuze

ik kies liefde

Schrijver: Isolde Kanikani

Tuesday, 21 June 2016

Valhalla that is my heart where loved ones reside



These last months of situations and last years of in one sense losses in my life have lead to a somewhat sound sense of what death means to me. Be it the little death or a shedding of skins that leads to new possibilities of horizons, le petit morte which is definitely not as bad as it sounds, the death of body of loved ones and even my own mortality. Death can be both beautiful and positive as it can be upsetting causing deep emotions of grief  and loneliness. So a half poem half text dedicated to all these myriad moments where one reality it shedded and let go for a new one.

Hiding from feeling anything
And yet not hiding at all
am i in shock or denial,
Intense pain or exuberant freedom
that is intoxicating every cell of my body.
Shedding the skins of bounderies and hurts past
for a radiant glistening skin

i am human, i am myself again
i am feeling and analytical and living
I am my loves and i am my friends
I am all that is my family
There is no we anymore, no second heart to care for
Only my own, which seems to be a busy place
I miss your heart and realize i am surrounded by them

Valhalla that is my heart where loved ones reside,
by choosing to feel intensely i open myself to love
and pain in equal measure,
Not to love is no life at all
Valhalla of my heart where you reside
Grandpas, grandmas, my beloved uncle, 
father, mother, brother and cousins

Valhalla that is my heart with open doors to another world
of acceptance and love, closeness, longing and desire.
Existing and believing we are worth our deepest most profound dreams
Thankful to the man who showed me love exists,
and to another who showed me what is could become,
to the others who have touched my soul with your grace
others who brought pain so bad as to make me renew myself.

Valhalla that is my hurt hurting with continual expansion,
yet feeling at peace with its new metamorphosed existance,
Friends who are like stable rocks, new ones like family you never had.
Old ones who have become brothers and sisters
and a cousin who for eternity will be a mix of these all.
People keep you company on the road fo life,
taking you down the highway  with its easy access and flow
At times down a hidden forgotten path
with obstacles that befuddle you and keep you lost
until miraculously you find the main road leading continuously
into the near or far future where i will also rest.
But for now touching every now and again the love that resides in my heart.

Wednesday, 16 December 2015

'Storm Walker' poem written in Buenos aires Argentina

 

A little of Buenos Aires

She walks the storm
Enclosed by skies fallen, no! falling tears around
Greetings from a friend
Reaching through skin to bone

Now she may cry
For the storm will cover her tears
As long as she smiles
No passing stranger will see her wants and fears.

I walk stricken streets
Through the deluge of storm
Here I can cry
As my tears will go disguised
As long as I smile
No one will know the sadness that fills me
But in reality one has only to look into my eyes to see what is truly within.

But I am changed by storm as it enters into me
I am laughing as I walk these soaked streets
While others run and hide, and watching me precariously
My eyes twinkle reflecting humour of the lightning lit sky

Who is this stranger who carries this drenched laughter
Like a child she stamps her feet
knowing well that each step means more water
I smile back at her, for she has touched me to my core
I see sadness in her eyes, and spirit in her heart
This beautiful entity, walking freely
taken by tempest, to some remote land

she is storm walker…but is surely of this land………………..