At The Cemetery
written by: Karima Hoisan
Little dark-skinned urchin in barefoot glee,
finds a small cool ceramic floor
to execute her soft tap dance.
A raggedy undressed doll, swings from her hand,
as she hums music only she can hear and understand.
Lost in the joy of her own way and beat,
unmoved by the weeping crowds of mourners
who file past her in disbelief,
spinning, hair flying, wide-eyed and innocently,
she dances on the grave
of a now forgotten grief.
I live in Costa Rica and write poetry in both English and Spanish. I perform live poetry readings in the 3D virtual platform of Second Life, as my avatar utilizing voice with selected music, some, my own original compositions, and images I display of photographs and artworks to accompany each poem. Many of my poems have been made into machinimas (live-capture videos) through the continuing creative partnership with Natascha Randt (filmmaker). Randt & Hoisan Productions have made 28 videos together; all can be found under the category “Machinima” in my blog. I find every day in this virtual world an inspiration and I am active on my blog, "Digital Rabbit Hole." I am both published in Second Life as well as in my Real Life, in an anthology titled, "The Baker's Dozen, The Cole Foundation Collection Vol lll."
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