CLAYS TURN BASKETS

Who

sends pots

to the stream

of strength only

to come back with a

basket drenched in hot tears?

***

Who tells the tale of pot

turning to basket

for who to get

its joke in

dire thirst?

Who?

***

need it,

water to

drink, not hot tears

So where is the pot?

Broken by the unknown?

***

We will all go right there

Where our pots will turn

baskets after clay

gets eaten

as fire

runs

Tags #AFRICAN POETS, #GHANAIAN POETS, AFRICAN BLOGGERS, Death, GHANAIAN BLOGGERS, POEMS OF DEATH, POETRY.

By amoafowaa

Just a simple Ghanaian trying to find the best in our society. I may be fun, I may be interesting, I may be funny, I may even be foolish or intelligent, but it is all based on the mood in which you find yourself. I believe our minds make us who we are. Know that, pain, no matter its 'unbearability', is transient. Unburden or delight yourself for a while in my writings please. And all corrections, advice and opinions are welcome. Know that you are the king, queen or royal on this blog. :)

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