poetry and some more
The full moon earlier this month was just amazing. At my meditation time, it was positioned in the small space between our two rooftops...so perfect! Here are my thoughts and some photos of that beautiful night. Such a gorgeous Full Moon tonight Although I see the clouds have stolen her thunder Hmmm... The clouds have … Continue reading The Undisputed Queen
This is a follow up to my mythical figure assignment The Mystic of Mackinnon Road and here I had to be an object in the myth. The Padre’s Shroud beside my bold silk of silver finery they kneel, murmur, plead, chant bargaining with elaborate promises hope drenched whispers, ituri filters through to your kaburi do you … Continue reading The Padre’s Shroud
reviving the lost art of story telling
she woke to the scent of unscraped henna infused with eucalyptus oil hint of auburn, a tinge of pride, a bride expectant, once upon a time
Poetry about a mythical figure in Kenya
i do not write i imagine on paper i do not think my mind relates tales i do not dream my existence is maya i do not share i speak to myself you happen to overhear i do not write you do not read you see... you see only what you want to see i … Continue reading i do not write
Our poetry group assignment was to create two poems with instructions, one on How to and the other one should be the reverse How Not To... Here, I am sharing my instructions How Not to Meditate UnMeditate open eyes, turn your head side to side blink! bewildered by fuzzy logic slouch, NTV, KTN, KBC … Continue reading UnMeditate
Attachment may happen in the blink of an eye Detachment may take a lifetime, or several I don't have a forever to my name Alone I arrived, alone allow me to depart I protest against the burden of you And if need be, I shall sacrifice all my words As compensation for my freedom And … Continue reading Of Attachment and Detachment
This poem is dedicated to my younger sister Citele. The world has lost a warm, loving soul who was still full of life. May she rest in ease and we shall always look out for her smile. you do not die in death She loved pink and yellow, thus the balloons and the reference to … Continue reading the butterfly smiles
This poem is a gathering of my thoughts following the recent Kenyan elections. Fear, frustration, division, celebrations, calls for peace so that we can "move on", move on to what? It is not about the elections, this is an inevitable expression of what we have ignored or suppressed over a long period of time. *** … Continue reading a history, erased
SONYA KASSAM 