Autumn Pier Poem by Teresa Pelka

Autumn Pier

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At autumn pier, there we were,
Almost all solemn, grave.
Our mercies turned the old stone;
A bit deaf to unknown tongue,
Our souls told the verses.

Cheers Michelangelo, we haven't arrived yet;
Blessed are that trysten in hym, Wycliffe says.

"All gods ate and drank", we spoke;
"Abishaq held Adonijah guiltless warm;
Guilt must have had a way to pray own stead,
And swans got some of the blame ―
Whereby the Aeolian head".

Cheers Michelangelo, we're not coming yet;
Blessed are that trysten in hym, Wycliffe says.

Monday, December 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: art
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A tiny tribute to Konstanty Ildefons Gałczyński, a Polish poet, and Johan Huizinga, a Dutch historian.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 06 August 2019

Well articulated and nicely brought forth from the heart. A beautiful work of art. Thanks for sharing, Teresa.

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Jazib Kamalvi 03 December 2018

A refined poetic imagination, Teresa. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.

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