Candles Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Candles



I saw
candles, candles, candles:

I saw the mask
of up-lying face
I saw the mask
and I felt the cold

on the wood
the coffin lay
and the mask lay
and said I;
Speak! Speak Poet Seer!
Speak!
Arise!
For me at least, arise!

No
he spoke not, nor arose


And I still
saw the mask
of the up-lying face
I saw the mask
and I felt the cold

Monday, November 16, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: grief ,light,muse
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anil Kumar Panda 16 November 2015

Can feel the pain in the lines. A must read.

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