SWEET SPOONS

I

Those with smooth vocabulary spoons

Stir roughly emotions of weak soups

Soups clutch at the spoons

Hoping to be saved

In possible whirl storms

It could be ruthless tsunamis

 

II

I, do watch

I, see the touches

I, get appalled,

Seeing the breakages of emotional bones

Causing the murders of  strong emotional soldiers

But the spoons walk from heart soups to the other

 

III

Spoons, never tired

Spoons with coded artificial engines

When I see some soups

Boiling till they reach metal meltings

I shudder as my heart stands on its mark

Waiting and hoping for you to devour

 

IV

But I don’t get it:

Seas of sadness wash away the soups

After their spoon meltings.

It is like a consumption after consumption

There never is a happy ending

When spoons stir super soups and bolt

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 2015

(Reads well from bottom to up until the first two lines which go in their normal order.)