Type A vs B

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I’ve always been an A

Though I love the letter B

Fewer edges, softer curves

And closer to the C 🏖

 
Sure, As are full of drive

Aggression to succeed

But Bs are so relaxed

At their not-so-break-neck speed

 
As climb up and up and up

To reach the lonely top. ⛰

Where Bs will smell the roses 🌹

Laze around, just breathe and stop

 
It’s true that in the end

As make a lot of money 💰

But Bs build hives and lives

Bs make our homes 🏡 and honey  🍯

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My secret world

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I tiptoe into the house

sneak past my children playing in the living room

dash to my room and lock the door

I’m so so tired, you see. Today, I just can’t make the instant switch from doctor to mother. Babies died today at work. I soaked up a lot of tears. I’m so tired.

In my room, I kneel on the floor, then I lift my prayer rug, peeling it away from the ground..to reveal the trap door underneath (don’t tell. It’s a secret..what? you want to come and see? OK, just this once, then..come along)

I go down the steps that wind down down down in the twisted spiral of time. By the time it turns into a slide, I’m 19 again, and poof! I always love this part..I land onto a bed of feathers.. and bubbles rise to the sky when I arrive..for no reason other than that I wish it.

I throw myself back and spread my limbs, eyes closed. Can you smell the pine needles and forest? Can you hear the silence that’s not silent? that’s filled with birdsong, and rustling leaves and running water..and a distant music..it’s the flute. that would be my instrument if I had one.

Hello, Pegasus! you always greet me. The horse nuzzles me so I open one eye to peer up at him. What? enough laziness, you say? Do you have any idea what my day has been like? But Ok, lets go for a ride, let’s outrun my past..and push away my future for just a few moments longer..I already hear the banging on my bedroom door..the children are calling me … but I’m not ready to go back just yet.

I close my eyes against the wind, and let Pegasus lead. We fly above this Mystical world of mine.. The fairies race with us, the mermaids wave to us from the ocean below..I won’t have time to switch into a fairy or a mermaid today..but I promise myself I’ll be back soon for an extended visit with my friends. Oh, there’s Peter Pan! I wave back at him (ha! my sister will be jealous I got to see him).

Pegasus, always responsible, circles back-he loves my children you see,  though he only knows their laughter, and my stories of them. He lowers his head down to my bed of feathers. Reluctantly I slide off his back.. I open the trap door above me and imagine trudging back up up up my twisted stairwell of time.. it seems a long way back up to 32… but then I hear my children’s squealing laughter..hmm someone is being tickled.. I race up the steps full of new energy again..just in time to catch the game 🙂

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My father and the sea

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It’s such a gift to form a new image, or pretend to have a new memory of a loved one after they die.

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30 years ago

My father stood alone

Gazing out at the sea

And someone wrote this about his meeting with Princess Diana:

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I would not have understood then, his charm, his diplomacy, his loyalty

what he was saying

I was only 2

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25 years ago..

I stood with my father (well, he stood, and my feet dangled over the wall I was sitting on)

Gazing out at that same sea

“Baba, I’m bored, what should I do?”

“Do what you’re doing”

“What am I doing?”

“Looking out at the sea”

“That’s doing something?” I asked puzzled

“Sure it is”

I ignored him and decided to do something “productive” (yes, I’ve had this obsessive streak for quite a while)

I pulled out my book: Basil the Great Mouse Detective, see?

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Again, I did not understand what he was trying to teach me, about life, about time, about “being” rather than “doing”

I was only 7

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But I’m starting to get it now

Starting to gather all his pearls

Strung along the seashore of our past

Lessons I am understanding

Only in retrospect

As I walk in his footsteps

which have been washed away by the tides

I’m starting to get it now

Who he was:

Just a man

Trying his best

to be a husband and father

Probably making it up

as he went along

Definitely making mistakes

as he went along

Just like me

Just like all of us

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My children don’t get it now

But I’m sure they will

25

…or maybe 30

long-short years from now

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I miss him 💔  and would love to gaze out at the sea with him one more time,

doing nothing….doing everything that matters.

Wid Kattan

Reference:The Diana Chronicles, Tina brown, 2007, page 271

If I Were a Disney Princess..

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If I were a Disney princess..

I’d be..

Unfortunately..

Goofy

Honestly..

I have walked backwards up an escalator (don’t ask)

Gotten caught in a revolving door (strangers rescued me)

Tend to bend down to pick up pens and other things I drop just in time to miss a signpost or an air conditioner protruding from a wall.

Got hit on the head (twice) by boom barriers at the entries of parking lots.

Once I waved my arms so wildly while talking at a restaurant that everyone at my table gasped. I thought they were excited by my story-telling skills, but no; they were looking at the poor terrified waitress behind me as she backed away instead of taking the risk of serving my soup.

I slip on the snow like it’s a type of sport I invented, I get lost more than your keys, and I’m forever looking for the glasses perched on my nose.

I usually have 3 choices in what I call my Goofy Situations:

A.Quickly check to see if anyone saw (they always do).

B. Pretend nothing happened and walk gracefully with my head held high. Can’t do it because what usually happens is:

C.I burst out laughing at myself, and drop something else, or fall again.

I Also cannot order delivery food on the phone, I have driving stories and cooking stories ( but no one has ever gotten hurt  in the passenger seat or at my kitchen table, you’ll be relieved to know, thank God)

But those are all stories..

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on other days..

A girl has to preserve some dignity.

Even if she is a Princess Goofy.

Wid Kattan

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Reckless

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What was that?!

The park bench is moving

No, a man

A big grizzly man

With glazy eyes

Walking towards me

Shoot! Shoot! shoot!

I should have listened to my friends

Telling me not to go out at 5 am

But it’s so early

.. or so late

No one around

Still dark

Stupid stupid stupid!

Ok

Walk calmly

Throw back hood to increase peripheral vision

Head phones out

Can I use them as a cord?

Ok,

Flight, fight, or freeze?

Stand still and scream?

Hold breath and run?

I’m not a screamer

Might be a runner

Definitely a freezer

And fight? You must be kidding

My black belt is an expired joke

Can’t look over my shoulder

Or break into a run

Cuz then

The chase is on, right?

But I don’t now if he’s miles away

Or breathing down my neck

Pray pray pray

Don’t want to be in the news today

I look over my shoulder

He’s back there

Far away now

By the park bench

Phew

Ok

I’ll stop going for these reckless walks at 5 am

…Someday

Soon

Promise

It’s getting too cold anyway

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Sigh,  the thing is,  I Relish my walks at dawn. Though I don’t want to stupidly invite my death, these walks…they just fill me up with life.

Writer’s Block

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no-thing

comes to mind

as I try to spell it out

How to traverse

this block?

how do I go about?

putting to words

the words

that insist to stay inside

just within reach

just out of grasp

just  round the bend they hide

know how it is?

they tease you

dangle at your tongue’s tip

when before

they dangled closer

to your typing fingertips

though  talented

and good

you’d better Mind the Gap

That every artist falls through

whoops, here I go:

same trap!

Crap..

Wid Kattan

Mind the Gap

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Birthday Wish

 

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My birthday’s coming up this May

I’d like a jelly Fish

or a mermaid tail

or fairy wings

it never hurts to wish

 

 

 

Or a unicorn or a pegasus

Or hair as blue as seas

Of shimmering waves

A waterfall

that tumbles to my knees

 

 

 

Although I’m shy to tell you

These are my favourite things

I’d love just a birthday wish

Or what your friendship brings

 

 

 

My favourite flowers

Are peonies

Of the softest

Pinkish white

 

 

 

My food

is peanut butter

I’ll savour

Every bite

 

 

 

My colour

is turquoise green

For my sore eyes

such a sight

 

 

 

My time of day

is dawn

Just at the break

of light

 

 

 

My city

is Madina

Home to

the Prophet’s flight

 

 

 

My perfume:

Hypnotic poison

Scent darker

than the night

 

 

 

I doubt that you’ll remember

But I’m hoping that you might

Send me a thought

Or gift or wish

I’ve helped you get it right 😉

 

Wid Kattan

 

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Insomnia…and coffee

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Every night

I just give up

And plant my feet

And just stand up

 

 

Give up on sleep

Who runs away

Plays hard to get

The more you pray

 

 

I tell myself

No prob, OK

Still got enough

To start the day

 

 

 

And here I am

Coffee brewed hot

Sharing my poem

and my thoughts

 

 

Yes, my insomnia

Is sometimes sad

But overall

It’s not that bad

 

 

Good morning:)

 

Wid Kattan.

Written today in the wee hours of the morning 🙂

 

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Last Snow

 

Today, I witnessed

My last first snow

My first now seems

so long ago

I was not prepared then

No hat, no gloves

Head tipped back

Heart warm with love

I’m not prepared now

To say goodbye

So this time

As it snows..

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I cry

Wid Kattan

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Who are “THEY”?

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Please, someone tell me

Enlighten me

Please explain to me

Who are “THEY”?

 

 

And why do we all

Care so much

About

What they will say?

 

 

Do they sit

In mighty towers,

And write rules

Night and day?

 

 

Who selected them?

Who put them on

The committee, anyway?

 

 

Come here

Come close

A secret..

I’ll tell you who they are..

 

 

They’re me and you

Backstabbers too

This joke has gone too far

 

 

By following,

Their silly rules

You’ll never be the star

 

 

Just do your thing

Just find your way

And just be who you are

 

Wid Kattan

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Radical Authenticity