BEAUTY: A POEM BY WILSON ORYEMA

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BEAUTY: A POEM BY WILSON ORYEMA

Beauty. A poem by Wilson Oryema

 

Like a piece of string in high winds

Like an eel in a fresh spring

Itʼs hard to get a hold of

 

Last month it was something

Last year it was something else

And today it was a completely different thing

 

Tomorrow may bring a rehash

Next week may be a mixmash

But next decade may bring a brand new thing

Is it the face Is it the aura Is it an idea imprinted by my favourite instagram poster

 

Maybe it is all things at all times

These various standards

Are as plentiful as fish in the sea

 

And just like them

they flow in all directions

Some with the current

Others without

 

Some opposed to each other

While others operate around the hierarchical systems that naturally form

 

But with all we will see

Moments of struggle

Moments of strength

As all things will have their day in the end

 

A poem by Wilson Oryema for The Wildsmith Papers

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