Emmanuel George Cefai

Gold Star - 31,558 Points (12th March 1955 / Victoria, Gozo)

The Woods - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The woods are there for walking
Outside the city
My breathe begin to tranquillize
From the hammering nervousness of town

Down
The
Soft
Valley
Ther e’s
Still
Time
Left
Till
Dusk
A nd
Vespers
I
Will
Return
Then
T histles
On
My
Feet
Hurried
Walking
Down
Down
Crushing
At
Times
Wi th
sighs
a
rose
here
a
violet
there
I
Nearly
Fell
Off
To
Avoi d
Colliding
In a hedgehog….

Time passes
Time is ruthless
Time does not wait
The first vesper bell
Is quickly
Followed
Towards the end.
People to their homes
Return
I remain a little
To see the red cheeks
Of a fading red dusk.
Then go I too.
Sere leaf after sere leaf
Crispy
Under my weary feet
And tired brain.
Closes the door of home
My castle.
Till midnight remains
Time to be the lord
Of this warm castle.

Topic(s) of this poem: life, nature, royalty, stars, trees


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 19, 2015



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