Lost In A Crowd In Identity Spaces Poem by Terence George Craddock
Lost In A Crowd In Identity Spaces
it is true a paradox yet true
a large crowd of strangers
can be an indifferent place;
a crowd a disappearing space
an isolating crushing space
or active entertainment space;
a chill large crowd strangers can be an indifferent place
despite crushing claustrophobic heat push pull of net crowd
a cold lonely isolating empty space invisible in a crowd;
can be both a good place to hide and to get lost
lost in a crowd physically lost in a crowd mentally
a lost thread in weaving shuttle through loom life;
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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6/2/2024 7:38:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Brilliant, Terence. You take me back to old memories of watching King Vidor's magnificent The Crowd. Your verse captures the immense power of the crowd, a force that demolishes loneliness yet somehow makes each one of us feel alone, isolated.
I wrote the poem 'Identity Where Found Where Lost? ', inspired by a comment on my poem 'Lost In A Crowd In Identity Spaces', by the poet M.J. Lemon and dedicated to M.J. Lemon.