life wakes empty canvas
hung space screams white coffee
white mist swallows calls
linen textures fibres tug tactile
labyrinths perceptible palpable
consciousness flares intangible
blank spaces beg possibilities
never empty host overt infinity
mirrors melt merge meanings
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I will get to know some of your poems