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Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)


Flights Of Impossibility


bumble bees fly upon wings impossible
black yellow fuzzy bodies heavy rise up
helicopters rise up hover off in buzz flight
bumble bees body mind looms large shiny

heavy thought cannot confined be earth bound
wings of hope lift weight impossible to soar
scientists proclaimed your flights impossible
faith was no word transformative to bare load


Copyright © Terence George Craddock
See also the poems ‘Faith Flights To Flower Heavens’ and ‘Pollen Call Is Rainbow Pot Of Gold To El Dorado’.

Submitted: Friday, October 29, 2010
Edited: Wednesday, April 13, 2011
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  • T H (10/29/2010 9:18:00 PM)

    This work... is rather haunting. :) I like it. (Report) Reply

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