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Mind Games
By Betty
Wamalwa Muragori
I was
isolated, a woman all alone
And so, I
played with my own mind
I invited
nightmares, which unnerved me
I shook
my world
I was
left debilitated
Like a
reflection I became unstuck
I was
alone in the world,
All on my
own,
My mind
preyed on me like a vulture
I chased
down wisps of terror
And made
them my own
Like a
rat in the wild there was no escape
The
talons of my wits held me firmly in their grip
On my own
in that place
Alone
with tales long since dead
The sound
and fury blowing my mind apart
I
crouched with fear,
I
stumbled and almost fell
Reeling
in an avalanche of despair
Unexpected, a flash of light
From
somewhere,
Blasted
my head wide open,
And set
me free
I
blinked, with my reason
And
escaped into the sunshine, embracing bliss
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Lonesome
By Betty Wamalwa Muragori
Have you
felt his enduring solitude?
A child
raised with no tender hug,
No kind
kiss from mother’s lips
No
outward proof of love and warmth,
No one to
show his schoolwork to
Soon he
learns his life is hard
And wraps
aloneness close
A gentle
shroud to keep him warm
Have you
seen her loneliness?
A
mother’s life of aching arms
Packed
full with throb of son’s embrace
She holds
her longing tightly furled
And will
not show the fondness of her heart
In hard
proud life, stray passion has no place
Sentiment
is careless lavishness
Can you
sense their lonesomeness?
Sweetly
spiced with deep regret
Between
them now a gap lies wide
A
brimming hoard of abundant love
Unspoken
words, motions denied,
Brush of
accidental stroke must for now suffice
As
mother, son face broad divide
Their
courage binds them near and strong
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A
Round Pot
By Betty Wamalwa Muragori
I saw a
pot, round and redolent with love
I had to
have that pot!
Chocolate
brown with brown in it
I reached
out to touch it!
Squat
with smooth curvaceous shape
Cool
plumpness in my open palm
That pot
beckoned me
Its mouth
yawning wide
As if
caught in a dazzled spell
I bought
three!
In the
first I plant a blood red rose
Its
waving head cast a gentle blush
A
bruising kiss on round and luscious sweep
The
second one received a pure white bloom
A petal
lost lingered on a zaftig curve
Virgin
chill refreshing in the heat
A long
straight stem grew in my third fat pot
The
contrast pulled the very eye adrift,
Tempting
charm that simple earthen urn
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