Kris Atta Pappoe

Rookie (Akuse, Ghana)

Anima Kristi - Poem by Kris Atta Pappoe


It hurts,
This betrayal of pristine dreams,
And the endless unspoken whispers
That grave age and tested wisdom
Have whistled into the wind;
A heart true to betrayal,
Smarting like pepper
In a freshly wound.
* * * *

And counting,
Just counting on languid fingers
Endless times of grief
With graying whispers
From dear matrons grown morbid
With packed anger.
You are like a dream hatched
One season too late
Before the Harvest.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 5, 2009

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