Woods Walking Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Woods Walking
Woods walking, walking
Slow but irreversible
With direction walking
Come here the bell in the
Distant fields
The rest is silence.
Save for the rare flitting
Of a bird and chirp
Or scream.
The airs are staid
The woods outrunning the airs
Ding-a-dong said the
Rising flower
Arching up and straight-erect
Its bent back.
The field walls in
The rage of the sun
Tremble
Tremble
In that mirage
Haze.
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5/4/2024 5:12:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nature is vividly alive and vibrant in this poem but there is a strange energy at work which alters natural patterns. But it doesn't make chaos rather a new order is imposed and despite an undercurrent of menace (which is more in me than in the scene itself) the new order prevails. But I worry about the THE RAGE OF THE SUN which coild disrupt the poise.