Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

Trickling
And
As colloidal
Joining
...

Penumbra
On the shadows of the wall
Make up on tired eyes
Of beauty
...

The emotions
They breathe
They jump
They joy
...

There’s a big hole
By the cemetery
They say it be
For graves.
...

And
I heard the thunder strike

I heard the windows panes
...

I want to detach my Soul
But is be hard.

I want
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This is a man of these days
(only I,
Just I, the Poet Seer)
Who speaks:
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Through the glades
The Soul went treading
On soils full of sharpened
Iron.
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Verse upon verse
Thoughts densify
I confessed
The Soul kept to itself
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He lost Time
Time went round him.

He snarled at Time
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