Many voices
Roar in this fiery sea
Voices of rivers
Whose feet have tasted different sands
Voices of rains
Whose bodies have tasted higher heavens
Bodies of fluids
Whose noses have smelt rotten foods
Vomited by covered human gutters
Bodies of sweats
Which have explored varied pores
Each lamenting like lost pilgrims
In the end a blend in chorus
Disturbing or angelic, they live as one
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © 24/07/2017
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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3 replies on “THIS BATTLING SEA”
Yes. Your poem makes me think of the Middle Passage when my ancestors were kidnapped from Africa. Chained in the bowels of ships, stripped of their language and culture, then forced to be slaves in a cruel land. We are cousins and sisters separated by fate.
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Wow! Amazing how you appreciate my poems Sister Debbie. Hope all is well?
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Yes Thank you Dear SiStar. All is Well. God Bless! ❤ ❤
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