Monday, March 07, 2011
On Solitude
Friday, September 11, 2009
Never Forget - EVER
When I awoke
the sun was shining
I could smell the ocean breeze
the birds singing
the world was grand
I started my day with ease
Then the phone rang
"turn on the tv
You won't believe your eyes"
And then I saw it
the second impact
terror coming from he skies
"What's going on?"
I asked dumbfounded
"Is the world falling apart?"
As time progressed
I learned much more
The knowledge broke my heart
"Oh my God
There it goes"
Someone said to the crowd
And as it fell
our hopes crumbled
the country sighed out loud
How could this be?
Here , in America?
We're not supposed to cry
On a Tuesday morning
for no good reason?
People aren't supposed to die
But things have changed
The world is different
We'll never again be the same
But how we stand proud
The United States
Much more than just a name
My heart still broken
My eyes, still moist
I still can't make much sense
But I've seen the focus
such prayer, such unity
The world's love so intense
They shook foundations
They collapsed buildings
They took human lives that day
But we won't be rattled
Won't be destroyed
God Bless the USA
Monday, May 11, 2009
Not so Sweet
So I honestly couldn't come up with anything to write about that wouldn't make me seem like a negative Nelly.
And then I remembered that when I am in these funks is exactly when I should write. So I did.
And the poem below is what I came up with. For the record, I'm sharing it with you pretty much unedited, first draft version (which I seldom ever do)...but here it is, it should show you the mood I was in all day:
Seduction
As I walk down the hall,
feeling the sun on the back of my neck
I know better.
As I approach the door,
Leaving behind the warm familiarity
I know I should stop.
It isn’t too late yet
To turn back
I can still take control
Make the choice
Not go in.
I stop in front of the door
Take a deep breath
And sneak a peek behind me.
It’s all there
Where I came from
Where it’s safe, and warm, and bright.
This end of the hall is dark
Cold
Eerie
Alone.
Behind the door…
I should turn around.
But like a moth drawn to a flame
I can’t stop
I place my hand on the doorknob and turn
Push it open
Instantly I feel the cold
Before I’ve even stepped in the room
My breath is stolen from me
Dark thoughts invade my mind
I sigh, almost cry
Feeling the pull
Knowing I should turn
Go back
But I can’t.
I step through
Let it wrap its icy arms around me
Pull me into the gloom
Before closing the door behind me
I look back once again
See the light beginning to fade in the distance.
It’s not too late
I can step back through the door
Walk right back up that hallway
And escape.
For a while, I stand in the threshold
Unable to choose
Unable to decide
Unable to give in completely, but unable to walk away
And then I close the door.
Turn around
Step back up the hallway
Let the sun shine on my face.
With each step I take away from the door
I feel lighter, brighter, safer
I breathe easier.
I wipe the tears from my eyes and realize I shed them
Not out of pain, but out of joy
For my freedom.
For my strength
For this time I was able to walk away.
It’s not always this way
Some days the force in the room is too strong and I give in
Some days I don’t come out for hours
Some days I don’t come out at all
On no day can I predict it
On no day can I understand it
Depression…always lurking, calling, seducing.
Copyright - CandidKarina 2009
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Still Remember
I'm taking a moment today (or two or three) to send out a prayer to the universe that we somehow learn to live in peace with one another. To pray for the souls of those lost that day, and for the families they left behind. To pray for change, for love, for forgiveness.
And as it seems to be tradition, I wrote this poem the week it all happened seven years ago, and post it here again today.
Tuesday Morning
When I awoke
the sun was shining
I could smell the ocean breeze
the birds singing
the world was grand
I started my day with ease
Then the phone rang
"turn on the tv
You won't believe your eyes"
And then I saw it
the second impact
terror coming from he skies
"What's going on?"
I asked dumbfounded
"Is the world falling apart?"
As time progressed
I learned much more
The knowledge broke my heart
"Oh my God
There it goes"
Someone said to the crowd
And as it fell
our hopes crumbled
the country sighed out loud
How could this be?
Here , in America?
We're not supposed to cry
On a Tuesday morning
for no good reason?
People aren't supposed to die
But things have changed
The world is different
We'll never again be the same
But how we stand proud
The United States
Much more than just a name
My heart still broken
My eyes, still moist
I still can't make much sense
But I've seen the focus
such prayer, such unity
The world's love so intense
They shook foundations
They collapsed buildings
They took human lives that day
But we won't be rattled
Won't be destroyed
God Bless the USA
Copyright 2007 - Karina
I sure hope as a nation we can come together and rebuild the pride and unity we showed on those weeks following the attacks. This country has suffered in so many ways in recent years, but we can still come together and prove there's a reason they call it the "American Dream".
Okay, that's it, I'm done, that's about as political as I'm getting on here today.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Where I'm From
Where I Am From
I am from ballet shoes, from "coma com pao" chocolate bars dad would bring home from work and the wide open sea a few steps away.
I am from the tiny two room house on the beach, small and dank, filled with the sounds of mom in the kitchen singing African songs.
I am from four foot high ferns, sugarcanes in the back yard, lilypads that grew on land, the countless plants nurtured by my mother's touch, the trees I'd climb, secret hiding spots, and the sand beneath my feet on the way to the beach.
I am from large dinners with too much food and loud voices, louder laughter, from Avo Odilia and Grandpa Frank and Vovo Ana.
I am from the hard working and determined laborers, and the story tellers with tales of survival and perseverence.
From "I am Proud of you, you should be proud of yourself" and "It's their loss, don't let them get to you".
I am from grandma teaching me to pray at night, seeing God in everyday things, church on Sundays, but only if it feels right, never doubting that faith is what's inside.
I'm from Africa, Portugal, the U.S. of A., starting over again and again, knowing home is where the heart is. From "Muamba" and "caldo verde", "papo secos" and "linguica".
I am from parents who knew they'd met the love of their lives on the day they met, from a family of refugees, fleeing a country in civil war, although they'll always hold it as paradise in their hearts, from a third try, where the streets where supposed to be paved in gold.
I am from photo albums filled with memories, journals filled with poetry, video tapes filled with laughter. I am from stories of survival, renewal, revival. Books inherited from my grandmother, heirlooms gifted by another.
I am from a history of struggle, a present of love, a future of dreams. I am.
This was a lot of fun to do. IF you would like to attempt this yourself, go here for the template and instructions.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Forgive or Forget It?
Yesterday, while in the midst of not having much to say, I did manage to write and post a poem on my other blog, Creative Karina, in response to the prompts at Writer's Island. The prompts (because I incorporated two weeks worth of prompts) were The Promise and The Moment.
Below is the poem I posted.
Broken
Too late now,
one decision
and it falls apart
we all have moments
choices
life defining events
you chose her
over me
The words you speak now
have no impact
apologies
explanations
pleading
it's too late
Did you think
telling me it didn't mean a thing
would make it any better?
You took a vow
promised me forever
and in an instant
you broke us
And you have the nerve to tell me
it didn't mean a thing?
It meant everything.
Copyright 2007 - Karina
So, one of the comments I received gave me some food for thought, and I decided it stirred up enough of a reaction within me that it was deserving of it's own post.
Paisley said: "i cannot imagine it could possibly have erased true love... it may have dimmed it or marred it,,, but if the love you had for him was true... you would still have it.. just my opinion of course... the poem itself was wonderful,, i just wonder about the validity of the societal sentiment....."
And this got me thinking...first of all, I should make it clear that although based loosely on past relationships, this poem is purely fictional, as is most of my poetry. My poetry has always come from a place deep inside me that I'm not always aware of, and sometimes I wonder if I'm expressing emotions from a former life, who knows? But that aside, this is actually not based on any one specific "break-up", it's just poetry.
That said, it doesn't change the power of the emotion I felt when writing it, and then, after reading that comment, when rereading it. Paisley makes a good point, if it were true love, would one "mistake", one "moment" erase the love? Can cheating ever be forgiven? Can a relationship be salvaged after such betrayal? That is, after all, the sentiment behind the poem.
As I read it; and for the record, since I'm never really sure where my poetry comes from, when I reread my pieces, a lot of times, I read them as an outsider, not really sure who it was that wrote those words; but, as I read it, I see someone who has reached the end of the road in what was already a turbulent relationship. I see exasperation, I see someone who is still very much in love with the "cheater", but no longer willing to be cheated out of receiving that same love in return. The last line "It meant everything" is what seals it for me...it's not about the cheating, so much as it is about the lack of responsibility for how it affects the author.
That's the poem itself. What about what I think, about unfaithfulness and forgiveness? Do I believe a relationship can survive a "moment" of bad judgment? Perhaps. If it truly is a moment, a lapse, then maybe. But if that "moment" is an expression of a deeper issue, then I'm not so sure. Being who I am, there are few things I find more important in a relationship than trust and respect. To me, unfaithfulness is the ultimate disrespect, and obviously a huge trust issue. I have been cheated on before, and the relationship did not survive the indescretion, but the relationship had issues prior to the cheating, so it is not surprising that it did not survive it. Would I in the future be willing to forgive someone if they cheated? I don't know. Every ounce of my being says no. I'm a strong, independent woman who can manage just fine on her own, so the idea of staying with someone who has betrayed me is foreign to me. Why would I? But, I realize that every circumstance is different and there might be an occasion where I would forgive and forget, insted of just saying "forget it".
But that doesn't address the true root of why Paisley's comment stirred me so, which is this: Paisley said: "i cannot imagine it could possibly have erased true love". I agree wholeheartedly. I don't believe unfaithfulness can erase true love, but I also don't believe those were the emotions expressed in the poem (at least not for me, the beauty of poetry is that the reader takes from it what they will). But for me, this "end" was not about the end of love, it was about the end of the relationship. Because, as I'm certain I've said before in past posts, and as I say all the time when discussing a particular former relationship, unfortunately, sometimes, LOVE just isn't enough. You can love someone with all your heart, soul, being, and yet, you can still be all wrong for each other. I've lived this, so I know from where I'm speaking. Love, grand and beautiful as it is, is simply just not enough. There are many other factors involved in making a relationship work. Trust and respect are just two at the top of my list.
So, that's me, that's how I feel. What do you think? Can true love survive unfaithfulness? Can a relationship? Do you think you could forgive and forget? Does it depend on who the indescretion was with, or how long it had been going on for? Is it about the level of guilt and responsibility the offender expresses?
I'd love to hear your thoughts on this, and I'll be back througout the day to respond to comments, so come back and check...I'd like to make this an "audience participation" post.
And Paisley, thank you for the inspiration. Where I had none yesterday, today it's returned, so thanks.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Never Forget - 9/11/01
