WONDERFULLY MADE (HAIKU)

When dangling bells

Sound to their importance sell

My chest pots do bell

 

II

They do bell and tell

Of trees of God’s perfection

Seeking reaction

 

III
Do they produce fruits

No matter their hoarding years?

My heart calms its fears

 

IV

I’m the only house

Of mobile humanity

Made by the ’Deity

 

 

V

I’m the only tree

With two ready hot pots full

To serve new ones full

VI

My house monthly cleaned

And emptied for visitors

Of the creator who mentors

 

VII

All dangling fruits,

My kinds do the production

So why their actions?

 

VIII

Oh all known ingrates!

Please do get locks for heads

As you lie on beds

 

IX

You might have visions

Visions of all your missions

To right decisions

X

For this glorious art

Refined in life’s compassion

Is a sensation

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015