direct look
disconcerting
sees beyond
shadows
masks
flesh bone
heart mind
spun rapture?
medium
medium genuine
must create
burn out
creative
juices
passions
searing souls?
commitment
passion
professional
seizes
moments
no time
to play
jack ass
artist
no hobby
horses
to ride?
all encompassing
art insight
demands
a pound of flesh
then whole
body
in songs
sung
artistic wired?
good
prove it
proved
in moments
hours days years
stretching
into self
absorbed soliloquy?
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem