Slow Moved He. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Slow Moved He.



Slow
Moved he.

The heart beat
Saw the hands of
The clock of time
Tick wild.
As between two giant crushing stones
The Poet Seer was sandwiched
Yet he sang and sang
And the crushing of stones
Bewitched retreated.

Friday, August 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: heart
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