Emmanuel George Cefai

Gold Star - 10,945 Points (12th March 1955 / Victoria, Gozo)

You Have To Stretch Your Hands - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

You have
To stretch your hands
My Monsignor
The roof of the gilt cavern
Where are wandering
Round and round
So high it be
We think that with
Our bare hands
We touch it

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Comments about You Have To Stretch Your Hands by Emmanuel George Cefai

  • Rookie Daniel Brick (6/13/2014 2:38:00 PM)

    I'm surprised the Monsignor joined you on this journey inside the cave. He strikes me as a very cautious man not given to such gratuitous entertainment. Besides he is so cool, ironic, dispassionate, the messy worlds of nature would seem to hold no allure for him. I may be wrong. I may have misread the MONTSIGNOR. But this seemed closer to the Poet Seer's type of exploit. But I caught up in this claustrophobic atmosphere and felt relieved to leave it behind. (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 786 Points Patti Masterman (5/24/2014 9:30:00 AM)

    You have to reach out with those OTHER hands, the grasp of the soul is infinite and depthless. I love this. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 70,270 Points Gajanan Mishra (5/22/2014 12:26:00 AM)

    very fine, I like it, thanks,
    Please rea my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 22, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 22, 2014

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