We started on clouds
Now pride ties us like a rope
Dangling us in air
II
How did we get here?
Mouths playing opposition
To our hearts true sounds
III
How did we get here?
Tears for the open hidden
And shed in the dark
IV
How did we get here?
Ears with drum sticks for loud tongues
Getting our hearing
V
How did we get here?
Backs in great distance instead
Of chest hugging chest
VI
We are now puppets
Yes, puppets being played by pride
Tearing us apart
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015
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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14 replies on “PUPPETS (HAIKU)”
I like the picture and poem. 🙂
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Thank you Raul. Blessings.
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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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Thanks sweet Elouise. Blessings,
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Incredible! So deep and so real.
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Thank you Nico. Blessings.
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a poem of wisdom. Pride is a strong force at tearing up relationships.
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A very strong force.
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What great imagery!
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Thank you dear Marissa. Blessings.
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Great metaphor to use the puppet,especially the string, great work Cecilia,just beautiful.
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Thank you Sheldon. Blessings.
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Wise metaphor and words. Really moving and thoughtful poem…as usual 🙂
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Thank you dear Kate. Blessings for the kind words.
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