“Wake Her Up!” by Karima Hoisan

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Like an actual Sleeping Beauty, asleep in the forest of her dreams,

her life and the birds outside keeping that girl dreaming a singular dream,

there was a prince who came one night, kissed her lips too soon it seems,

who perhaps sensed that no future would ever bring them together,

no scenes were written for the two of them to play off each other, 

no hope, and so why bother? He slipped away, into the dream of another. 

This beauty, still sleeping, her eyes lids fluttering, 

perhaps with some new dreams now forming.

believes what she dreams and never attempts, 

to return to the conscious state of good morning.

Unaware, a sleeping beauty in the lush forest of her dreams,

she had this dream repeatedly, remembering it so clearly:  

the feeling of being kissed wide – awake before her time.

kissed, when there was no future for two timid lovers breaching love 

kissed, yet knowing there was never a way they would play off each other,

their names were never penciled in, not even for small cameo scenes, 

until it really felt like it was too late, so why bother? Why bother?

Who votes for that dark horse of our days gone by, 

those memories that never ran?

Are they just randomly selected and we’re not the one

 in control of them, ever again?

Why now, do we dream of a face or a love 

That went down the river to be forgotten?

Who cues our thoughts, our romantic yearnings and 

Throws the net that they are caught in?

A subtle perfume, a stranger’s walk, the smell of popcorn, 

a turn of phrase might send us reeling. 

It takes but a prime for a rusty memory to wash down 

and bring up from the depths, old feelings… 

and there is that bit about chemistry,

a phenomena so powerful and lasting, yet hard to explain, 

that can make us pine and thirst,

tempt us to song and poetry and is prepared inside our brain.

The sleeping beauty deep asleep 

in the lush forest of her singular dreams.

Don’t try to touch her unless you bring a gift 

for her, to stir and open her eyes,

unless you hold that kiss, so wasted then,

back before love, way back when.

You can kiss her with music; 

You can kiss her with paintings, or words that rhyme.

You can write her a play, or a classroom of romance 

where you can teach each other the lines.

Under the sun, so they say, there is always a time, 

And perhaps hers looms one of these days

Looking at this scene from above; it’s not too late for love. 

“Wake her up! Wake her up!” I say.

-KARIMA HOISAN

Karima Hoisan is an avatar who has been a performing avatar poet for the last twelve years in virtual worlds. She gives readings of her poetry on her internet stream, accompanied by changing imagery, and music, some which have been composed by Karima herself, for a multimedia performance. Her work has been published at MasticadoresUSA and Spillwords Press. She has published her poetry as a part of the Anthology: “Wounds I healed: The Poetry of Strong Women” and also “Hidden in Childhood”. Karima lives in Costa Rica and has been blogging since 2010 at the Digital Rabbit Hole. Poetry is her passion.

She has a YouTube channel:  Karima Hoisan

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