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Dancing Shoes
The music is on
It is a “must” in her daily life
It is her O2 and survival kit
The beats echo like the hollow drums
As if chasing each other with a certain cadence
She puts on her dancing shoes
The dance starts, light-footed and elated
Many steps in all directions
Many swirls like a Sufi in trance
Balm on wounded soul alas
This is a “one man act”
Just her and her wandering soul
Tries to push the thoughts of loneliness
The sadness will descend on her if she doesn’t
All she wants is to dance with a contented heart
The music stops
The dance is over
Shoes are taken off
She leaves the room
with her head down and dancing shoes in hand.
It is a “must” in her daily life
It is her O2 and survival kit
The beats echo like the hollow drums
As if chasing each other with a certain cadence
She puts on her dancing shoes
The dance starts, light-footed and elated
Many steps in all directions
Many swirls like a Sufi in trance
Balm on wounded soul alas
This is a “one man act”
Just her and her wandering soul
Tries to push the thoughts of loneliness
The sadness will descend on her if she doesn’t
All she wants is to dance with a contented heart
The music stops
The dance is over
Shoes are taken off
She leaves the room
with her head down and dancing shoes in hand.
Doha, April 2014
Copyright © Pepi Martin
Sharp Colours
Sharp colours next to one another
Embracing each other in harmony
The light tucked away here and there
Depth marching in with big strides
Thought provoking oftentimes
Folds of thoughts and emotions,
music and quiet all parcelled in one
The flowers in the margins
Lit candles and abbots present
Unsung birds and fishes out of water mostly in the now
These are many journeys I have made
The road paved with stepping stones
Prudence and Patient school friends,
always there in company
Trials and errors, triumphs with relief
A suitcase full of memories and souvenirs
The contents jotted here and there
Many conversations with the compositions
The “I” becomes the little “me” all dressed as Jack
and this Jack pops out of the box with mirth and often
Liberation in full swing
Lavish in travels to unfamiliar domains
The journey ends
Meditation is over
The composition is there asking for acceptance and peace.
Embracing each other in harmony
The light tucked away here and there
Depth marching in with big strides
Thought provoking oftentimes
Folds of thoughts and emotions,
music and quiet all parcelled in one
The flowers in the margins
Lit candles and abbots present
Unsung birds and fishes out of water mostly in the now
These are many journeys I have made
The road paved with stepping stones
Prudence and Patient school friends,
always there in company
Trials and errors, triumphs with relief
A suitcase full of memories and souvenirs
The contents jotted here and there
Many conversations with the compositions
The “I” becomes the little “me” all dressed as Jack
and this Jack pops out of the box with mirth and often
Liberation in full swing
Lavish in travels to unfamiliar domains
The journey ends
Meditation is over
The composition is there asking for acceptance and peace.
Doha, March 2014
Copyright © Pepi Martin
Closed Doors
Intriguing elements in unison with mystery
These are the closed doors
You see it as privacy, she feels hostility
You are from West and she is from East
Alas, many oceans afar
Etched faces reflection of years gone by
Silent narrators of many tales passed
Memories all multi-layered within
These doors are bystanders
With eyes on both camps
Coloured in different shades
Adorned with portrayal doorknobs
They stand firm on the ground
Keep the foe away, ward off the evil
and welcome the loved ones likewise
Closed doors are hostile in her world
Open doors are like open arms
Letting the energy flow in,
bringing the light and the sun,
nestling love and warmth in hearts.
These are the closed doors
You see it as privacy, she feels hostility
You are from West and she is from East
Alas, many oceans afar
Etched faces reflection of years gone by
Silent narrators of many tales passed
Memories all multi-layered within
These doors are bystanders
With eyes on both camps
Coloured in different shades
Adorned with portrayal doorknobs
They stand firm on the ground
Keep the foe away, ward off the evil
and welcome the loved ones likewise
Closed doors are hostile in her world
Open doors are like open arms
Letting the energy flow in,
bringing the light and the sun,
nestling love and warmth in hearts.
Doha, February 2014
Copyright © Pepi Martin
Copyright © Pepi Martin
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