poetry in the breathes we breathe
poetry as world word maps
running poets through poetic paces...
choices made impulses irrefutable lays poems on pages
or left unwritten unread in receptive singular minds
poetic imagination forces fusions in mind spirit souls...
dice cast destinies taken or forsaken...
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing writing, I also wonder sometimes if poems are much more than words, as often feels like glimpses into unseen lands, touches of untouchable things. Dice casting destinies.. Could poems create reality from dreams? Sometimes I am inclined to answer positive...Lol maybe a dare, or just a way of thinking? Truly enjoyed your poem, thank you so much for sharing!
I have written poems straight out of dreams, had a few weeks once of writing such poems; if I did not write them upon I was unable to remember them or write the rest of the entire day, frustrating when there was no time immediately after waking to write. Poetry is the worlds within minds of artists, when the verse comes almost or as automatic writing, this is a good world, the best for a poet.