Terence George Craddock Poems

There are people who profess
children are heirs to a better future.
vessels of resplendent visionary hope.
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trees are time teardrops
secreted upon porcelain cliffs
asparagus stems severed
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dust devils leap whirling heat shimmering
dance delighted across destitute landscapes
over naked dry dust desert deserted environs
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ebbs eradicated
sacrifices subdues
rabid man beast
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death is cut clipped stumps
greedily gobbled globules
desecrated virile all mother
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winds whip
weeping welts
rains weave
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I miss you! I miss you!
I miss you! Screams banshee wind!
Splatter spatter of rain gusted upon
frosted streaming window pane.
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the wind still is blown
ever searching for own soul
while mine own soul...
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bury mind among scattered leaves
seal memory within painless vault
but love surfaces cracking jagged ice
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about your shoulders
body thins like vapour
vanishing before last gasp
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