To whom do you ascribe your augmentation?

 

When the vintage trees wilt ahead

 And the native pillar walls keep tumbling down,

The silence is so loud and clouding while tracing the mystery books of history,

And the future gales on hands of old vanilla grey hairs,

Who proclaim they see more with their eyes closed.

 

To whom do you ascribe your augmentation?

Do you ennoble the spiritual or the ogre man and ogle the enigma of nature,

Possessed by the lust triggered by the steatopygia of dolls

That almost all trypophilic men fall victim to?

 

Do you exalt the suit man with a diction acquainting smile?

With an ever shining oxford assistive cane,

From which we learnt to walk the path between black and white ink stained pages..

From which we learnt, to slate and translate?

Or humour the influence by pals and rumour the naked media?

 

Do we ascribe it to our Folks with whom we spend only so much time?

Because we are like trees, our parents are the soil and they access only our roots,

All our stems, buds and leaves are exposed to the environment we live in..

 

It is facile to distort a summer’s rod, but at times thorns impede the possibilities.

                                  Riddle me that!

To whom do you ascribe your augmentation?

Reviews

[Oyindamola Shoola]

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[Kamari's]

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[Sibusiso Xtdo Gama]

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[Mayank]

Intense, beautiful philosophy is woven here.

[Sibusiso Xtdo Gama]

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[C. Rose]

Favorite lines"
thorns impede
riddle me that
ogre .. ogle
black and white ink stained
vintage trees

Thanks for sharing.

[Sibusiso Xtdo Gama]

Thank you for the review

[Moswane Mafule Morlan]

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[Sibusiso Xtdo Gama]

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