BLINDED PREDICTIONS

Blinded Predictions


January 2011:
 lightning tongues in formations of number eleven
Thunder and precipitated showers pouring endlessly in elevation
Streams eroded roads and toads goaded frolicking frogs to croak
Prayers answered, citizens placated, hopes grew solid as a rock




February 2011:
 Flooded flat lands lay surface for sweet flowing waters
Shelter becomes shelves of roofless bodies shivering in semi winters
Governance braces with bruised bravado as coffers curse rescue actions
Darker clouds gather and garner support creating havoc in weather factions


March 2011:
 Closer to frosty morning winds and chilly wintry nights
Rain clouds build up more menacing as the roofless strain their sights
Gazing up into the skies so high and wishing for the blue to expand
But nature lashed, battered and bruised is giving mother earth no refund


April 2011:
 Is the aftermath of national purse reading multiplied by problems
To do or not to do what ought to be done with rocky problems without solvents
Soon nature shall scorch with cold after heat did same and the savannah wither
Seasons sing songs with melodies drummed up by thunder, bidding summer hither


May 2011:
 Breezing in is the chill not of winter only but all around and abound
Regional tones belt loud tunes of times changing and peace being struck aground
Domestically, political trumpets trump up incoherent promises of shifty mirages
Every claim though lame is projected vociferously in images loftier than giraffes


June 2011:
 The bite of cold bids goodbye to the heat of summer in half a year
All that’s not done now must be done next or destiny has for us more to bear
In a month the trumpets blow louder and packages of tomorrow open afresh
But like children of fishermen awaiting the day’s catch we know days of zero fish


July 2011:
 We are agog even after years of hopes that abort as glory seekers seek
Pathetically tolerant of the glory hogs as their lips screech more than speak
Powder votes get blown in imitations of traditions borrowed and faulted
To the promise makers like dancers without rhythm common sense has bolted


August 2011:
 The month of the deceitful breeze of warm days and freezing nights
We have heard but not seen much difference in the utterances of the July knights
They rode like Vikings and galloped in mimicked chivalry in parades of integrity
Counting down the year we can hardly bear we witness fake gallantry in its brevity


September 2011:
 Pregnant clouds build and roam the blue skies in languid momentum
Hopes of rain mount in readiness for nature’s bounty of which we erode its quantum
For us that’s the month of pitiful nostalgia and remembrance as mirages host our hopes
A day decades ago we were starry eyed in joyous anticipation as from white, black took the ropes


October 2011:
Nature adorns a carpet of freshly groomed fur of greenery with flowery ribbons
First showers bring wetlands till the flora and fauna resemble the works of myriad crayons
Reviews and reversals visit the loud shores of mouths with timid tongues as projects prolong
It’s Christmas count-down but even one voter’s fingers cannot count a hope that needs a sojourn


November 2011:
Real rains drain huge heat waves moistening the air with moisture density
The offices that offered and pledged deeds for glory awards exhibit no similar propensity
Talk begins of the year to follow and lies flow profusely like rivulets of torrential downpours
Forlorn farmers hardened by decades of perfumed promises place rusty ploughs on course


December 2011:
Brings the month pledged to the Lord for human hope through tears and toil
It will be two more Decembers of sweat and soiled souls before the cauldrons of votes boil
Boisterously blows the benevolent breeze though this time it borrowed wind from yonder shores
Forecasts fan furnaces of fierce changing times and fiery fermentations of brews of woes....




By Andrew Sesinyi


Saturday, 25th December, 2010


[This poem was motivated by observations of world events]