When salt sellers hear of rain
On open market days
They flip and trip and slip to pray
But a farmer waiting to farm gives praises to his maker
We are in a world where same buildings welcome infant cries
And send off living souls
A reflection of virtues and vices
Staring eachother in the faces
Celebrations and mourning
Laughter and tears
Boldness and fears
Successes staring straight at defeats
Unthinkables walking in the world of brains
Same position can be celebrated or forfeited in bitterness
The latter from promotion
The former from demotion
It is a world where lizards envy butterflies
Knowing how fragile they are
And eagles envy fowls for their easy lives
Knowing they are occasional delicacies
Isn’t it problematic
When the sun envies the moon
For its gentility knowing it works harder
To battle darkness?
Isn’t it even more problematic when the moon covets the sun
Knowing it burns to settle
In an already clear day?
It is a world filled with contrasts
Each leg wishing to be in another’s ground
Knowing not the thorns, fires, broken bottles
The other painstakingly hides
We are beings fighting their shadows
In this contrasting realm
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 26, March, 2017.
(To honour World Poetry Day)
As the day spells your mention
And the rays promise your distinction
I bow to the holy minds
Which brought you to bind
With passionate souls
To massage our tired soles
From weariness of spirit
Giving us breathing chits
You are in countless forms
Giving us ready picks
To mix and carve
As carvers cut, shape and build their art
You have all the sides
Is there any unknown in your known?
You give chances of choices
For words to hoard voices
Voices channelled in riddles which fiddle
Wise minds to giggle
Or tickle sad souls to wriggle out of depression
Our heads have lighted our eyes
And curved upright our mouths
Thanks to your gift of blending
Your existence and our insistence
On not resisting your assistance
And making you the fountain worth watching
And the gutters worth sympathising
Is worth aromatically-arousing-praise
Our eyes have been clouded and rained
Rivering into seas of memories
With their sharks, mermaids, and all their inhibitors
Serving as the routes for our boats of aging
Bringing us to regrets and or gratefulness
You are as old as age
As cool as fantasies
As protective as knights untouchable
You are the mortal remains of our immortality
Lover of the lonely!
Friend of beaten!
Warmth of the cold!
Cool breezes of the heated!
Punisher of evil!
Stooge of all good workers!
Light for the blind!
Rain for the thirsty!
Food for the hungry!
Although you can be abused in our confused state
You do all
You deserve all
All our felicitations in your celebrations
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 22nd March, 2017