Celebrating East African Writing!
Poetic: adjective /pəʊˈet.ɪk/ /poʊˈet ̬-/ (ALSO poetical)
Definition: like or relating to poetry or poets; Descriptive: very beautiful or expressing emotion
The story is written in richly poetic language.
Aspiration: noun /ˌæs.pɪˈreɪ.ʃən//-pɚˈeɪ-/
Definition: something that you hope to achieve
Kingwa Kamencu has political aspirations.
I’ve always loved words, loved to write, spin words on their axis and see where they orbit, and then watch in wonder. Don’t get me wrong, I do not consider myself a poet. But I do have poetic aspirations.
I aspire to use words to tell stories, my stories, the story of humanity, of life and hope, and joy, and on the farthest swing of the pendulum; the end of the cycle of life, despair, hurt, sadness, and in between everything else that makes us who we are.
I like to use words, lots of them, usually they don’t rhyme, but they might have some rhythm, some alliteration, some shape and order to them. I admire, no, I envy those who can hang emotions and thoughts on a word or two. I admire the people who have the power to tell the story with a breath, a sigh, an exclamation mark…
This, this here is their space. The new Storymoja Writers’ Blog schedule features a once-a-month online event; every 2nd Monday of the month – Poetic Aspirations. We described the event in the calendar:
Poetry to describe hopes, dreams, ambitions, emotions, thoughts, questions, culture, life…. The widest aspirations spurn on either free verse or a poetic genre announced the previous month.
To start us off we begin, very fittingly with a poem that offers hope and inspiration:
The Poets by Michael Macharia
From the depth of inspiration
We exude perspiration
Inscribe messages that last
To give humanity hope.
From the dark unseen wells
The flood of words swells
Coated in images that please
Seeking for a release;
We wake in the middle of night
Our visions to inscribe
Express concern for the plight
Of the suffering in our sight;
We are mediums of the message
Using it to build career
The expression of our tears
Our secret longing and fears;
We do not own the words
We do not create the events
We dare to reflect
Through this endless pain;
Sacrifice is the poets’ plight
For the downtrodden to fight
Struggling for bare survival
Hoping to announce arrival.
© Michael M. Macharia 2011
The second poem tells of aspirations alright, but not the kind you might imagine when you think of the word at first.
Reflection by Sanya Noel
I want to be like you
A liar, a thief
I want to be you
Greedy and lustful
In fact, more than you
Treacherous and hateful
Cunning and conniving
Indecent and sarcastic
I want to be like you
Racist and sexist
Divisionist and tribalist
I want to be a thug
I want to preach hate like you do
I want to kill love and always be rough
I want the KKK resurrected and baptized Kenyan
Let impunity reign
Let corruption grow
Let us water them to maturity with ignorance
Then watch it bear its fruits, poverty
I dream like you, I see like you
I want to steal and never be caught
Then cover my tracks under that hood of faith
©Sanya Noel 2011
Think on it, I sure will. And then join us next month as we aspire on poetic dew. Next Month:
Poetic Theme: Earth’s Nature
Poetic Style: Haiku
Email to send in to: firstname.lastname@example.org
Date to send in by: 4th November 2011 by 4pm.
Next Week the feature on the Storymoja Blog will be short fiction – of the romantic kind. We are East African, and we do love, our way. So just send in your piece, not less than 1200 words and not more than 1800 words. Show us – How do we love? Send in by this Friday 14th October 2011 at 4pm.
Until then, here’s to your aspirations!