Spirit Of Woods Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I am the spirit of woods
drenched in winter rain

I am the tongue of Cicero
with a pin put by a lady

I am the pen of a Poet Seer
who bends suffering in solitude

I am the dough that makes
fires burn in gales and rains

I am the Poet Seer who sings
I am the Poet Seer who trembles

I am burnt in angst
and boiled in throes of fear

My body vibrates and trembles
I wither in the costume of a clown

I am the Poet Seer who paces
restless at night the City Town

I am the Poet Seer whose sufferings
Dawn pities nursing wounded heart.

I am

I am the Poet Seer, I am.