Creative Soul Quite Out Of Sorts Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

creative soul quite out of sorts
are you really source defined
by what you have done?
remembered by what you have written?

does not forest, lakes, rivers,
windswept beaches, ocean tides,
ebb flow in kiwi artistic souls?

do you not hunger starve feel
beginnings are glory dawn chorus
with an eternal day sun bean streams
birth begging come write me?

past writes be they haka or poi songs
lilting lullaby soft night whispered blessings
stretching dark far back to jaw thigh bones
stretch dark far back to ancestor jaw thigh bones

ancestor blessings running sleeping
dream running in waking
eye infant sleep listening...
eye infant ancient sleep listening...

artistic walking time lines
artistic walking seed own time lines
hooks fishing catch spirit minds...
wear colour cloak rainbow bird feathers...


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