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In a Twilight of Gold

Poetry By: John Wanjora

I wrote this one night, in the library at the University of Nairobi. Times were hard and I was dying for a better future for my country Kenya.

Submitted:Mar 29, 2007    Reads: 177    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

In the memorial reservoir

Of human intellect

Here I sit perplexed

By the mysteries that reign

Beyond these fair days.

Seated on a dark seat

Books like feathers

Pens like quills on the table

The flipping of pages beside me

Becomes a massive flapping of wings.

I flap mine too, frenzied

Breaking into wild freedom

In escape from life's immediacy.

Like a freed sparrow

Flying over the city's sky scrappers

Over the waving greens

The glamour of the city

In a twilight of gold

Seems like a mirage of a reality

Once seen centuries ago.

In the distant horizon looms

A second reflection of a reality:

A much more glamorous city

In a glorious twilight of gold

Many years into the future.

But between the two lies

A gazing desideratum

Like a valley to be crossed

From a village to the mega city.

John M. Wanjora


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