Conditions Of Occupancy Poem by Terence George Craddock

you never asked where I was
which place I was in conditions
of occupancy...

I was in a very large empty
room... a former bar now dry...
art books

strewn across parts
of the counter shelves
empty...

gleaming ghosts former glasses gone
I was in a semi dark room cold
alone writing on my laptop laptop but...

I was not alone
thoughts creativity
flashed through my brain

across horizons spanning thought
shared gifted as tired I was
I pulsed ebbed time elective spent

rose elastic ever again
in creative poetic split writing
burned burned ever bright

I was in a cold space
like a sun a stellar star
your closest star

spreading light
embracing life gifting
pulsing streams of life rays


Copyright © Terence George Craddock