poetry and some more
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
This post is about the poetry group I have recently joined. We are experimenting with different ways of creating poetry, in particular local content. This week's assignment was a Documentary Poem where we have to use other people's words and create our own poem. Find 2 sources and take 8-10 words/phrases/sentences from both and create … Continue reading Do You Remember?
I had shared my poem Unnoticed on Twitter. Only a poet could respond with such precise but eloquent thoughts that left me wordless. Here is a conversation between @SonyaKassam and @IssaShivji light is light as always bright darkness she eludes illusion she deludes passion she lures higher she soars envy she abhors love she adores light is feeble, … Continue reading A Conversation with a Poet
light remains without weight and until light is defied its presence is unnoticed do you see light? no! you only see the effect of light on what obstructs light oh, how powerful is this light that has no significance on its own (like a religion without followers) but wait! light is fast, isn't it?... and with … Continue reading Unnoticed
and he claimed her with a touch of crimson in place of vermilion tears of kohl trickle his pledge to return bound by blood *** when at last he returned but not as she had imagined she tied a crimson ribbon on his casket, protesting a broken promise
The Wait
the absence of you is ever present in me though you had left, traces of you remain like a poisoned fragrance a lethal temptation like the nightmare at dawn a bitter companion like the remnant of a sting though i did turn my cheek how i long for the presence of you to be forever absent in me
Inspired by the quote: Space we can recover, time never ~ Napoleon Bonaparte Space is infinite While every moment time ends Space devours time Or else space dreams up time Only in the span of now Is time ever free of space Give time space And time shall serve you
A fascinating conversation on Twitter between myself and @coldtusker (CT). Such interactions enhance the meaning and perspective of my words, so thanks for your questions CT! Let us then face each other You enhance me For what is the worth of a star Without her planets and moons? Plenty, no? what is the worth of a hero without … Continue reading The Worth of a Conversation
SONYA KASSAM 