Treasure Island

Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)


Surf-Song


Moon amidst halo ebb
entice ocean currents
feel silver beams shine
upon saline sea

Thrown soul sucking surge
inbound momentum tide
soar sweeping wave rolling
into surfsweep shoreline

Surpassing surrealistic dreams ambition
tossing rhythmic shoals
chase moon silver-gilt dreamtime
seize surf singer


Swept forth upon boiling
white crystal sands


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Submitted: Friday, August 06, 2010
Edited: Monday, April 18, 2011
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  • Kevin Carney (8/6/2010 11:59:00 PM)

    Great poem I love the third stanza what a string of words.Kind of reaches out and touches you. (Report) Reply

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