Ink That Dries Not On The Verses Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Ink That Dries Not On The Verses



Ink that dries not on the verses
verses live
verses be
life and life
flowers beauty
verses live

verses too
by all habit
reproduce

verses speak
speak in silence
to the notes that fall
on human ears
verses speak
speak in silence
where humans hear
but then have the ear
of the night, the dusk,
the dawn
of the sounds that underground
hiss as night deepens around
in the rustling of the
trees
fir and oaks
planted pines
verses speak
verses speak
where hear Poet Seers
in sweet silence in their ears
in the brains
sub-conscious whispers
for
verses speak
speak in silence.

Sunday, November 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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