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.
a history, erased
sounds of vuvuzelas drown echoes of the past
commissioner’s seal blots out history’s ink
grief is indeed a luxury
history begins here
every action, word
every thought, memory
creates my history
while you create yours
which one of our histories will survive
which one shall be suppressed?
don’t look back, nothing to see
you, move out!
“life goes on” (but somewhere it must reach)
you are a people without history
stick to your geography
boundaries were not sketched without reason
the kind of anger that is visible a fire that scathes skin and the kind of anger that simmers silently filtering through each pore, unseen
what will remain
shall be your history
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 a 12 line poem in couplets. I was very apprehensive, but once I started I can’t begin to tell you how much fun it was.
My 2 documents were my Twitter TL and lyrics from the song that for some strange reason has been playing in my head of late – One Day at a Time. Well, this is what I came up with:
Do You Remember
do you remember wildlife, oh
what fun “human”
harvesting, one day at a time
vote for change – Otherwise?
yesterday’s gone woman!
out of dust
tomorrow may never be
mine. healthcare (sweet
jesus) it’s worse now
do you remember
What do you think of this experiment? I seemed to have created something very different and though I have tried to hide behind other people’s words, I still find myself in this poem. Why don’t you give it a try and experience this for yourselves.
Oh and here is the beautiful song, enjoy :)
P.S. If you would be interested in my previous poetry workshop assignments, check out these posts:
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 a smirk of pride light raced against all creation but upon reaching burned with envy, as darkness was already there
waiting for her
*** I was reading two different answers about seeing light Light is the only thing we can see and We inherently cannot see light. What we see is actually the object on which the light falls. I chose to write about the latter. What are your thoughts? Oh, and I could not resist being a little cheeky about the speed of light :)
These are in fact two poems combined