Casita Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I like this poem very much! Does CASITA refer to a type of poem? Or is it the name of a place? I was heartened to see the Poet-Seer again: he is a memorable persona in your poems. Does the absence of his utterances mean that despair has silenced him? There's another big leap in this poem when rain is transformed into blood, and it leads to four eloquent and beautifully phrased questions that neither rational thinking nor poet imagining can answer. The imagery of the first two questions is breathtaking. No answer could match the sheer eloquence of these questions. Perhaps if the White Goddess would inspire her favored son/poet, he just might find a way to give voice to these wonders!