Profound Thought Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Profound thought
the Aetna beckons
for this night
the lave flows
the red lava.



More fertile
the fields will grow
You and I hand in hand
by the edges at safe distance
will go
aware and beware of the lava flow



Philosophers have been and thinkers
discoverers and science grows
poets dramatists prose writers
to literature added too
so step by step by degrees
slow
Civilization will grow



This month was fairly heavy in the heat
this month the sun shone long
and heavy afternoon:
this month was not so kind but
neither so cruel too.



Ah! Earth gives to us Humans
First the day through her magnificent
Dawn; but then in return
Expects her fees, expects us to repay
At least with peace between us and
move forth instead of warring:
Reason be easy
reason be difficult
Round the circle turns to a full
cycle:
behind the bars of Earth we always
be from birth and stay and stay
willy-nilly, and irreversible
till come slowly hobbling either
old ancient mortality or newly-crowned Immortality
So far, so far,
things go.



Ah! the Poet Seer look what grace
As he plies his lofty trade:
As he ushers in to our Earth
Such Beauty
This man, this Mid-Wife of Beauty!
I yearn to be more and more of
A Poet Seer!


In the span of the Earth's
Radar of the day so many dots and
Lines:
Occurrences the dots,
The lines the human plans
At least even though not a iota
Does he execute
At least there's the dream-vision of
A promised land!
A dream vision that aggressive dusk
In its own time and way in vain
Will to erase attempt.


Whistling through his crooked
Shoes
On and on trudges the Poet Seer
Cacti and xerophytes
Pass by
And long the plain stretches and
Dry:
Yet undeterred and suffering
The Poet Seer whistles his way
Through
Till the flow of the verse in that dry
Land
Comes home to him and sings
Sings the Poet-Seer!


‘I will stay here not long, '
Said the Poet-Seer
‘I must not have passed all,
All in this ungrateful land
And time has come my shoes
To clean and shake off the dust
That stuck from this ungrateful land.
To another land go I, there
Not this land will
At the stroke of the Time
My bones posses'


‘Misfortune after misfortune has
Been my lot:
Here I am always tempest-tost
Here always crave
For just a little break
From suffering malice and hate:
Just crave, just crave and beg
The noble Beggar of Misfortune's Way'.


I saw last night beneath a fir
Tall and straight and proud-erect
I saw two Figures bent and
In the dark
Destiny the one
Other Misfortune
And whispered both
And stealthy approached I
And heard my name
In that nocturnal conspiracy.


I had the night, I had it in my hands
As it fled before Dawn
Just a few minutes - I giant Soul
Captured the night.
And in the waning end of
The moon's light
I spoke; Night silence stood
And spoke without a word
Then my hands opening
Night fled.
Dawn came
And with peerless flame
Lit a new day though still
Reeling from a sub-conscious
Night the Earth still lay.


And there is come the moment when
My verse to you for now I end:
Thereby all hath its end and
Must gracefully know and learn
When to retire just before
Others retire you; so I