writers paused too long in rest cease to be writers
writers must return to imaginative beckoning worlds of words
writers must write or lose an essential part of themselves
writers echo words heard in depths of their haunting souls
writers must chase their fluttering falling fleeting leaves of words
writers weighted in words enticing time write out their existence
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
........an excellent write...and so true practice makes perfect...