Creativity, recording current history
We had an uprising, without a solution. We had violent demonstrations, without a revolution. We have an open wound that needs ablution, and has little to do with an incomprehensible constitution. We have selfish statues, which stand by false statutes, on mountains, unreachable for anyone with the right attributes. Who have the money and the…
My waiste line curves just right. so hold on tight; to be my wheels You increase the speed And I’ll take flight My wings await the lift you bring Soaring, our own melody, we sing in perfect harmony. Our eyes reflect sunrise, deep in the nights of heart felt smiles, like whispers of promise that…
My poetry makes me face This world as I truly am. Alone. I do not always have faith in the words, At first. But the words have faith in me. They come from deeper inside, Than I can always see. So, I write to search, I write to find. Lessons I may otherwise, have left…
Preferential steering, Though target is veering. Almost splitting seams, Rushing to catch the sun beaming. Capturing ceilings, develop Concealing, mental portraits Of what it’s about. Hypnotic feelings, rise, Ever leaning towards the unreal, Till she looses what was found. Hope, sometimes a euphemism for denial. Passing judgement in that, which is…
I lie between the sheets with her sometimes, She sounds my soul. When my mind was filled with pain or fear, She licks me clean as a fresh baked bowl. When I can’t hold her hand, I call for her in words untold. With telepathic expertise, she Navigates my folds. Till, like a flower, become…
It’s Time For Tomorrow.
an
ever present
note to us
from Mother earth.
Raya Wambui wrote her first poem when she was only five years old, and has been writing consistently for fifteen years. She describes poetry as passion meeting purpose. She began performing her poetry five years ago, and fell completely in love with the opportunity it provided to interact directly with the audience. She believes that…
