Day 349: Loving You

The magic is not found
in what you make me feel
but the fears that you
make me forget.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

AN: Late with December 14 poem – so upset I missed this one!

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Day 329: Lessons

Time is a memory I didn’t know I lost
until I looked in the mirror and
saw lines that fortune had drawn,
and the softness that wisdom had granted.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

News: Open Mic & Shab-e She’r

The first time, I spoke too fast. The second, I didn’t make eye contact. The third time, well… I should be a regular by then right?!? – So it should be easier.

After the encouragement of two people I respect, Amy and Manik, I attended by very first Shab-e She’r Poetry Night in September.

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Reading my poem at the last Shab-e She’r night. 

 

For someone who is fully embracing their poetic heart  this year, it was a terrifying challenge. However, I knew  I had to conqure it if I wanted to continue my growth as a poet. I had previously only shared a poem at a book launch, and with my group at the Scaborough Poetry Club (SPC). The SPC  members were so sweet, encouraging and supportive, that they gave me the guts to try the larger stage of Shab-e She’r. Without the Scarbrough Poetry Club’s feedback, support and love – I wouldn’t have ever thought of sharing my poem (they meet the first friday of every month, for anyone seeking to join a supper suportive group).

 

Publically writing the words in my head is very new to me, and reading them to an audience is somthing I never imagined I would do. I have a slight speech impediment and have always been nervous speaking in front of others (though, I hide it well). I have trained myself to present confidently, but that is always at trainings and workshops, where I am sharing the work of others.

Poetry, and through it, the spoken word, is a whole other beast. It leaves you no other names to hide behind, because the name at the end of that poem is yours. Presentating with the  Scarborough Poetry Club and Shab-e She’r is forcing me to re-examine the barriers I placed on myself, and more importantly, my expectations of my “audience”.

Shab-e She’r is, “The most diverse poetry and open mic series in Toronto; showcasing people from diverse backgrounds, ethnicities, nationalities, religions, etc.” They organize monthly events with two featured poets and open mic performers.

True to its promise,  Shab-e She’r draw a crowd fo 50-70 people of all ages, races, ethnicity and so on.  All with very different styles. I have enjoyed meeting other artists and poets. Every time I go, I learn a little bit more about poetry and this journey I am on. The various styles and topics people present on continue to enrich me.

The next event is on Tuesday, November 29, 2016, at Beit Zatoun and starts at 7 pm. It marks the 3 year anniversary (I believe). If you are from Toronto (or in Toronto that night) it is worth checking out. I’ll be there 🙂

This time, I am planning on making eye contact, smiling 🙂 and confidently speaking my poem. Multi-tasking at its best!

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Day 306: Life of an Entrepreneur

Race against time,
keep my goals in mind.
Moving forward,
no stopping till
I am done.

Feet to the pavement,
hands outreaching,
catching ever lead.

Out of breath
out of time.

speak

the ideas
the hopes
the only way left.

Can’t go back
restart the engine
and catch
the next ride,
the wave
the…

Only way
to keep floating
is to ride.
Casting the net,
even when all you see
is the water rushing
through the holes.

Adrift in the ocean,
you paddled yourself to
Sitting on the board
wondering if you are lost,
searching for land.

Knowing you are close,
because you can feel
the ripples from
the boats slowly
coming closer.

So you float
and you cast
and you wait.

© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy