Tag Archive | Poetry

A letter to myself

imageThis is a letter I write to myself
As listen to the birds chirp
As I look out the window
And see the buds on the trees

This is a letter to myself
To remind me that no matter how dark
Everything my seem
No matter how little hope may be left
The dawn will come

This is a letter to myself
I write it now
So I can read it in the darkness of winter
And the gloomy hours of life
To remind myself that things will change
Laughter will return
And the sun will shine

This is a letter to myself
And I know that one day
I will read it in disbelief
Because things have changed
And I’m walking in the shadows again
But I hope that what I write now
Will give me strength to carry on

This is a letter to myself
Signed and sealed
To remind me
That these are the challenges of life
And I will overcome them eventually
Maybe slowly
Maybe painfully
But each and every time

 

-written a few years ago

Jagged lines

We want what we do to be perfect from the start
We feel the need to succeed right away

But no success has come without trials
There is beauty in the imperfect climb
People who succeed
Have failed many time
They know how not to get discouraged
And stay focussed

They keep their eyes on the goal
And keep climbing
Detours and road blocks are
Part of the climb

If we keep doing something long enough
And improve as we go along
There is no way we can’t succeed
And the jagged lines of our climb
Make our path beautiful and unique

 

March 2016inukshuk

Scars

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Scars become part of us
And define us
Most times they tell the stories of hardships overcome

Scars upon our souls are invisible of course
But the have stories too

We walk around with visible and invisible scars
Sometimes we forget they’re there
Sometimes we relive old times

One thing’s for sure
We all have scars

Maybe we can learn to acknowledge them as parts of who we are

Not look at them with disdain
But as rungs of a ladder we climb

August 1st, 2017

Illusion

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Sometimes, life seems unfair
Those who are honest
Don’t succeed
Those who lie brazenly
Get away with it

But do we ever consider the soul
Of the one who lies, cheats and climbs
Do we ever think of how they
Will be remembered
When they die?

Can they bring their power
And fortune with them?
I wonder if they’ve heard of Karma

The repercussions of our actions
Will be felt when we journey on
This world is an illusion
Reality awaits us

 

July 27, 2015

Sweets from Yazd

imageThere is something about the familiar
Which is very comforting
No introduction necessary
Old feelings come to fore:
A box of Persian sweets
From Iran
Delivered by my cousin
Sent by my aunt
Takes me back to my
Visit to Yazd

I pick up the Sohané Ardi
And gently take a first bite
As it melts in my mouth
My senses take me years back
When one spring
My father, mother, brother and I
Drove to that part of Iran

My first memory is of gazing at the starry skies
Dotted thickly with luminous stars
So many stars that
The sky seemed white

The endless dessert around us
Dust on the road
Dust in the car

The wide streets of Yazd
The numerous bakeries in town
Seeing pashmak* being made
Smelling the sweets all around

I take a second bite of Sohan
A feast for my taste buds

Now comes the memory of Naw Ruz
When we used to live in Iran
Where our Haft Seen table was prepared with love

The family visits
The sweets we ate
The shirini** my mom baked
The love we shared

And now…
The Haji Badoom, Baklava
Nane Berenjy and Sohan
Cause these memories to flood my mind!

Lida Berghuis
April 4th, 2010

After receiving sweets from Ame jan Badri

*pashmak is a Persian sweet slightly resembling
cotton candy

**shirini is sweets in Persian

Feelings

Sometimes you just have to sit with the feelings you feel

They can’t be explained or reasoned out

They can’t be banished from your mind

They can’t be ignored

The only thing you can do is accept them

You have to walk through them, not around them

July 17, 2017

Another mystery

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I travel to meet people who are living a different life from mine

I enter their lives for a short time and having exchanged thoughts, ideas and feelings, I depart

Sometimes it will be years before I see the same people again

Sometimes I’ll never see them at all

It’s a short intense relationship
A connection of the hearts

And the fact that I won’t be with these friends for a while, seems not to matter
I don’t know why!

July 14, 2017
Amsterdam