
Sitting under the umbrella of civilization
I see no village sky
I scan my brain but there’s an incrimination
Thanks to technology patriotism, my mind says fie!
II
The beautiful sky with the virgin moon
Which has many stars with no fornication to trace
Just sank into disappointments as it lost its swoon
To discos, cinemas and under ceiling pace
III
All its audience like ship-on-an-ocean lost
The village sky does faze like fake paints
On a slippery slate at hurt’s cost
Its falling stardom squashed by greed’s giants
IV
It took away its fireflies glow
And took away its beautiful photo shoots on earth
And took its mirrors off all that flow
Which to all dark amazing, did give birth
V
It seems it is taking the storied old
Who garnished forming ashes with stories of old
To attract the smiles of innocence of bold
And made antagonists to seem so cold
VI
Now the trees have lost their loving visitors
And live so lonely because now snakes have fled
Even owls now flee from their spirit hunters
This is where urbanization’s truck, with us, has led
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015
9 replies on “FADING OLD SKIES”
Beautifully written. š
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Thanks sweets.
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Beautiful poetry, hard to find in these troubled times a space to sit and watch the stars, thank you for sharing.
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And thank you Dave. You get me so perfectly.
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That’s because you get me completely, mwaah
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I just keep praying for solar flares…but then I wouldn’t get to read your poetry.;0)
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So sweet Pam. Thanks.
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