WHEN I FELL IN LOVE

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By Esther Jeruto Koros

My dear mere girl, my mother sounding mean             

If you go seeking pebbles, you will never get enough

So, pick them huge, pick them rough

Scour them clean, until they gleam

And make your castle, the world to puzzle

 

My dear mere girl, my mother sounding deep

When silence disquiets, don’t be lured by the loud

Pay heed to the quiet, that lets on the ghosts 

Lift the dense rock, expose the hideous rot

For today’s museums, ensue from former scars

 

My dear mere girl, my mother sounding sanguine

The segments that you are, for which you are insomniac

Get the audacity to glue, holding each chunk to brew 

The greatest goddesses subsisting, clawed deep into the mist 

For embracing the shreds, is the journey to wholeness 

 

Thus grew a woman, not just a mere girl

Delightfully content, in the castle of her skin

 Loving the shreds, hitherto her dreads

Now ghosts are named, and skeletons fully fleshed

Wholeness visited, stayed. I fell in love with me!

 © July 2020


Comments

  1. Unknown19 July 2020 at 16:56

    Wooooow. I'm loving your poems

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  2. Unknown19 July 2020 at 17:27

    Great stuff cuz. Keep up

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  3. Unknown19 July 2020 at 17:41

    You never dissapoint

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  4. Peter K Rotich19 July 2020 at 18:01

    Feminine taste with a strong message, Pongezi sana.

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  5. I AM A DEDICATED VIRTUAL ASSISTANT,PROJECT MANAGER & FIBER DESIGNER WHO IS KEEN ON TIME MANAGEMENT IN KEEPING CLIENT EXPECTATIONS19 July 2020 at 18:02

    Nice piece cousin.You're poems are 👌.Congrats.

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  6. Douglas kapkiai19 July 2020 at 18:17

    A gift of poetry writing is in and with you. Congrats.

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  7. Charles masea oyagi19 July 2020 at 18:27

    Good work madam

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  8. Unknown19 July 2020 at 18:38

    A nice poem there keep it up...

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  9. Bennittes Kipyegon19 July 2020 at 19:25

    I like this . congratulations my mentor

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  10. Augustus Chepkurwo19 July 2020 at 19:33

    Waaauh, very touching. Keep it up.

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  11. Unknown19 July 2020 at 20:45

    A smart one again! Keep it up my daughter.

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  12. Unknown19 July 2020 at 21:03

    Beautiful poem

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  13. Unknown19 July 2020 at 21:11

    Well done, Sr. Esther. God bless

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  14. Unknown19 July 2020 at 21:50

    Beautiful!
    Just like the mustard seed, this gift is becoming a great tree!

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  15. Mother Teresa20 July 2020 at 09:30

    The art is your potion, you have the words and so the flow, how I wish you would come to the current situation of the needs of the African society so that numerous young people can be enlightened through these poems. Thanks Sr.

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  16. Mother Teresa20 July 2020 at 09:30

    The art is your potion, you have the words and so the flow, how I wish you would come to the current situation of the needs of the African society so that numerous young people can be enlightened through these poems. Thanks Sr.

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  17. Mother Teresa20 July 2020 at 09:30

    The art is your potion, you have the words and so the flow, how I wish you would come to the current situation of the needs of the African society so that numerous young people can be enlightened through these poems. Thanks Sr.

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  18. Mother Teresa20 July 2020 at 09:30

    The art is your potion, you have the words and so the flow, how I wish you would come to the current situation of the needs of the African society so that numerous young people can be enlightened through these poems. Thanks Sr.

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  19. Mother Teresa20 July 2020 at 09:30

    The art is your potion, you have the words and so the flow, how I wish you would come to the current situation of the needs of the African society so that numerous young people can be enlightened through these poems. Thanks Sr.

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  20. Unknown20 July 2020 at 10:17

    A true poet keep it up.

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  21. Unknown20 July 2020 at 15:10

    Beautiful piece strong message there

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  22. Opadi20 July 2020 at 15:59

    Piece worth re-reading..
    Nice job

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  23. Unknown11 November 2020 at 13:44

    Great one

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  24. Faith chirchir14 December 2020 at 21:05

    Great

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  25. Anonymous29 September 2024 at 20:33

    Very beautiful poem indeed... keep it up sr.

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