We started on clouds

Now pride ties us like a rope

Dangling us in air



How did we get here?

Mouths playing opposition

To our hearts true sounds



How did we get here?

Tears for the open hidden

And shed in the dark



How did we get here?

Ears with drum sticks for loud tongues

Getting our hearing



How did we get here?

Backs in great distance instead

Of chest hugging chest



We are now puppets

Yes, puppets being played by pride

Tearing us apart

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015


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. :)

14 replies on “PUPPETS (HAIKU)”

A sad and beautifully crafted poem about the loneliness and seeming absurdity of alienation, and the reality that pride is now running the show. The puppets are exactly right for this poem (or is it vice versa?)! Thanks, Cecilia.


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