Bleed To A World Which Appreciates Red Poem by Terence George Craddock

sometimes I just wish
to write a poem without words
just pour out my thoughts

on a white patch
of space or maybe
stab the white space

with a sharp knife
and let it bleed to a world
which appreciates red

great sculpture paintings
assumes inspiring dimensions
poems written without words

white space is swift knifed
impaled upon the sharp blade
of struck poetic conscience

poets felt with an inner eye
truth beauty cruelty perceive
with degrees of perspective

juxtaposition pulse
bleed cut veins red
as incision needed

feel touchstone conscience
weep defining moral ethical
character intent of our world