If passion’s flicker did take liquor
And whispered these many trials
That hang on every life’s tree
To flower into fruition
To be plucked or pecked, fall or rot
Only to reach a cut, break or an uproot
Many swim fighters might have failed in competition
Intentionally
II
Yet a real excitement
Like curiosity, hanging it’s neck
In the window of my unformed heart
Might have still pushed me here
Into the belly of this earth
Where many paths lead to the same dark spot
But transient hearts battle in disharmony
Using their mortality as spears, guns, machetes and cancerous words
Only to stand possessed with fear
When their last bells call
What is man in this crooked spot of living?
III
Man is a mind of secrecy
Ailing or jubilating for the past
Scheming in the present
Without knowing the future
Man is like a programmed robot
Whose lifespan is known to its creator
But hidden from him
Yet he plans every minute as if he is in charge of him
Man is like a blind god’s house
To be used and discarded in a time and place
Yet man lives like God
With thoughts of who to lead and impress
Even when living plays itself in a sleep world
Oh! Fading dusts battling hardened rocks!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © February 20, 2018
Mum Cee 
7 replies on “DAWN MUSINGS”
“Man is like a programmed robot
Whose lifespan is known to its creator
But hidden from him
Yet he plans every minute as if he is in charge of him”
Powerful. Excellent piece, enjoyed reading it from beginning to end!
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Thank you.
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Love and Respect Always
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Thanks for sharing, your writings are very insightful,
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My Dear Cecilia, Very good thoughts, very good poetry. The only words I can find to show my appreciation here is to quote You: “Fading dusts battling hardened rocks!”
You write on Deep themes, and really Important issues. Hearty Congratulations. Do keep up Your good work.
Love and Regards. 🙂
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Thank you sir.
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