existential poems
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3 existential poems: tourist, victim, phoenix

in Philosophies/Poetry

Editor’s note: In these three short poems submitted for LeipGlo, author Lito Seizani ponders on three aspects of her own existence. She often writes for our web magazine about literature, and poetry is one of her passions. 

Two of her poems here deal with external stimuli and their consequences. One, which invokes positive feelings and memories, is that of being a tourist. The other involves the disappointment she experiences as a victim of relationships with other human beings. At the same time, she resigns herself to this being unavoidable, as it’s intrinsic to human nature to repeatedly mess up and hurt other people. 

The third poem ends the series on an optimistic note, based on her inner life – that of recovery from deep-rooted emotional issues. She is somehow reborn, like a phoenix

If taken together and interpreted a certain way, these poems may paint the picture of an individual who is discovering that depending on external validation is a dead-end, and that the small moments and aspects of ourselves we learn to treasure – for ourselves – are what make life worth living and remembering. Our happiness should not depend on other people, although this is incredibly hard to accomplish. 

existential poetry
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Foreign, tourist, traveller

I always loved being a foreigner to other places
A tourist to faraway countries
A traveller to languages unknown
My curiosity was insatiable
It served as a compass to me
What treasures did I bring back?
Not silver or gold
Nor spices or silk
A humble pebble maybe
The photo of a donkey
The kiss of a stranger
And the first impressions
Full of colours and smells
To recall at any time

(By Lito Seizani, 22.12.17)

Public domain photo
Public domain photo

The cause of your misfortunes

People will fool you
They’ll ridicule you
People will beat you
They will defeat you
They’ll draw some pleasure
Out of your pain
They’ll be the cause
Of your misfortunes
They’ll disappoint you
Time and again

(By Lito Seizani, Sept. 2017)

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Public domain photo

This hole

Slowly
Gradually
This hole
In my soul
That made me ill
Begins to heal

(By Lito Seizani, undated)

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