World Shrinks: Into Spaces Between Confines Poem by Terence George Craddock

world shrinks
into small spaces
between confines
three brick red walls
into a small table shrinks
weather worn awaiting service
time testament wooden grain
hard used indented surface

top scared harsh sun bleached
rain past grey white weathers
shift slip into moment now wind
but a gentle run away breeze
bursts forth buzz saw whine madness
wood cut ready for furniture creations


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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