* Life Time Transformations Poem by Terence George Craddock
* Life Time Transformations
so many mist images
within dominant themes
flow through life lives
the flowing river
like life
with horizons
diverse distant
mystical
geometrical
merging
horizon sky
deeps of life
mystery mysteries
as deep as oceans
life as surface realities
far shores
waves
traverse oceans
which rocks
embrace to reassure
test determination
mind muscled limbs
depart upon journeys
vessels
are often filled
with only that
which is sought
measure realm
earth or water
we may dive through
water physically
accept in experience
accept as meditation
test embodied
in storm swim
or manipulate
as technological
control
harnessed
exploited
abused
or converted
to new
levels of balance
or concepts of usage
all of which may
have unexpected outcomes
in transformation
transformation is manifest
seasonal
or life shattering
but
transformation
always
life renewal seeks
the warmth
of earth
bird flight
dreams
after darkness
passes
comes
new days
new experiences
and time
which changes
all things
but in time
streams
diversity
dissimilar
sow a poet
engaging
soul images
in spirit journeys
mind concepts
continue
the journey
feel
the earth
air wind
water
warmth
light
light breaking
through storm
clouds fading
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in December 2010 on the 6.12.2010.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I love this poem! Great food for thought, thank you! As much harm as we may do to dear earth and own life, I think transformations may always tend to develop on both sides, good and bad and I think each, sooner or later, may swich with the other side. Is it our choice of what side to join or is it only the effort to swim at the surface that matters? The breathe that we take consciously aware that we are alive and aware of our suroundings? Your pen taught again how to get through the clouds, thank you!
I guess this was one of those poem I lost in the mists of time, written in December 2010 on the 6.12.2010. I have only just found a few lost poems from 2010 and will hopefully find time to read and perhaps post a few more if I can get back into them, but I have several recent poems also requiring final proofing or simply reading and posting. Time keeps running away.