POETRY

CALLING BREEZES

The breezes are whispering

After they hid in the whirlwinds

To swell the dust

As the sky threatened to spit

In the face of the earth

The breezes are fanning

After they stirred the pots of dust

And blinded eyes to shut

As the sky frowned and yelled

Sending beings to seek cover

III

The breezes are softly massaging

After uprooting trees

Slapping houses

And drowning many

In hungry ‘soakful’ seas

The breezes are calling

But I know what they are yearning

And if many heed their calling

They will soon host some crying

Which will cost them some standing

As some others are lying

Tags #AFRICAN POETS, #GHANAIAN POETS, 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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