I, The Poet Seer Am In The Cemetery. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I, The Poet Seer Am In The Cemetery.



Slow
Slow
Breeze of the cursing
Night:
I, the Poet Seer
Am in the cemetery.

Yawning and
Creaking
From here
From there
It be past midnight
In such deep
Everywhere.

For
Slow
Slow
Breeze of the cursing
Night:
I, the Poet Seer
Am in the cemetery.

Monday, February 8, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: verse,suffering,timeless,water,weather,wind,mystery,cemetery,pain,aging
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