Within My Ears Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Within My Ears
Within my ears
Constant
Repeated
The sounds of the sub-conscious
The whispering
The half-conspiring
Glaciers were melting
Others were
Hardening
As snow
On mountain-peak of
Blue
In Patagonia.
Sparse in the snows
With eaves dripping
And chimneys smoking
Doors full closed
Assaulted by the wind
A few sparse houses
Of the conscious suffering
Inside
The house walls treble
Dreams
Sleep the sub-conscious
Wonderful imagery. High speculatioon. Best phraseology. Thanks a lot.
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Wonderful imagery. High speculatioon. Best phraseology. Thanks a lot.......10