Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)


Sunspot Birth Surrealism


starbursts spike creativity
slay us at irregular intervals
solar radiation sunspots

activity maximum wreaks
havoc in neural pathways
frying emotive overloads

adrenaline rush surge crazy
cannot should not be denied
time to paint surreal frescoes

familiar pattern life slices
distorted disturbing weirdly
dream objects experiences

unfamiliar is surrealism depicted
echoes expunged energy images
solar maximum emotive urgency


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Submitted: Saturday, November 26, 2011
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