I Poet Seer Of The Parched Throat Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
I Poet Seer Of The Parched Throat
And I
I Poet Seer of the
Parched throat
Poet Seer of the dry sides
And dusty hilly sides
Under the hammering summer heat
Bring me
Bring me
And
Then
All suddenly
The heavens opened
The Voice of the Velvet
Came out
And said:
Let there be song
And
Chanted the Poet Seer
And his hand wrought of verse
Was born
The genesis
Of suffering.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: suffering
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