when I was at primary school
years later at high school
who would have thought
I would live to become a poet
to wrote across so many years
to write across so many decades
a few early poems were written
defining twenty-one early twenties
with instant poetic intensity
there was no slow development
no thought to rhyme to talent
words refused to remain within
without thought wrote themselves
poetry wrote me defining destiny
defining personalized philosophy
an individual meaning of life reality
I chose not the words words chose me
Snowpowder, State Of 20th Century Man,
Fleeting Thought, Ode To The Poet,
''of reflections'', Visions From A Dream State,
Beauty Revealed, Perspective Stand,
The Secret Of The Grail, Etching In Glass,
Not Today, Tribute, Ad Astra,
a dozen poems became a hundred
in time a few thousand poems written
poems written silently in secret
no one knew I was quiet time writing
poems contemplation written left
poems written in a love of poetry
now at this time over 10,600 poems
surviving witness to poetic thought
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