Congealment Of Icicles Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Congealment Of Icicles



The wanton frost
In winter its blood warms
In the congealment of icicles
In the numbing of bodies
So many other ….
So many other …

As the peripati
They
They walked through the frozen
Glass
And the smoke-filled room
Of the hubbub of voices

For
The wanton frost
In winter its blood warms
In the congealment of icicles
In the numbing of bodies
So many other ….
So many other …

Monday, September 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,health,life,romance,uncertainty,winter
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