artistic attempt to time sign out from teaching
to write for an attempted entire year passed
eventually finally as a few first days writing
expanding into a first week a few weeks
a month three six nine months writ then
a year stolen into writ frantic three years
writing writing writing all poetry poetry
like an insane demented demon time driven
possessed trying to leave literary legacy
all time written was but tip of titanic ice berg
so much remained in vast an ocean of tide words
exhausted time mind could not explore surge swim
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem