who are these stick in mud clowns
who insist all poetry must rhyme
to be poetry a century after no facts?
who insists poetry must be layered
or tragedy oh tragedy poems are not poems
let them write rhyme nursery rhymes?
is a poem not a poem with smudge mere touches
of angel dust divine flying on wings through time
long for a simple poem so beautiful in simplicity
as to shatter melt stone hearts shed glacier tears
fevered global warming melts massive ice sheets
let snow flakes cool beloved earth sad temperatures
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem