by davebarclay1954

Check out the wonderful poetry from the original blog. If you enjoy this you’ll find more there to enjoy.

Mum C writes


As we stand in our fallibility

Like soldiers with brave masks showing our durability

We’re like maize plants

Moving like hungry ants

When the winds place their calls

To have our falls


As we claim authenticities

As lesser lives cry on our artificialities

Like victims whose lives were taken

Before their happiness was awaken

We’re like mosquitoes,

Making human blood our sweet tomatoes

Yet dying before three suns are laid to rest


There are unfortunate cases

Where things have no basis.

Seeing nothings

Having worthy things

Which many worthy seek,

Show no nothing is nothing

And no something is something.

Our rest will always lie

In the reconciliation of these thoughts

And our standing talls

After the windy calls

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015

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