Here swoons the moon
And there goes the frowning sun
On hurtful pontoon
II
When moon times out, it
frowns and tears for sun to come
Normal these sad hurts
III
When the moon crosses
Sun in its time, dead witchcraft
Wakes to stir trouble
IV
Fallibility
Is all, discipline; its call
That margin, so thin
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014
6 replies on “FALLIBLE AND SOLUBLE”
Your poetry is intriguing, Cecelia.
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Thank you very much Cynthia. Blessings.
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Even Nature teaches us discpline. A great poem.
Best wishes,
-Naima
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Thank you dear Naima. Blessings.
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The mind of the sun and the moon. Love the idea. Many blessings Cecilia
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Actually, a way to say mistakes are allowed but stretching them begets witchcraft.
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