Pyramdial Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Pyramdial



How water waves rise
Pyramidal
To lap the skies, the clouds
And by the sun.

Blurred be drear day
And sad the mists.

The juice of a pancreas
Runs over the untidy
Pier.

And the water’s smelling.

Sunday, October 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life,poetry,sadness,suffering,tired,verse,water
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