Terence (a constructor of spectral images and painter of light image) is a poet who has big voice on harmony and always scream for peace.
If you wonder of this poet's style, for me it really diverse but intellectual is
everywhere, and that actually the signature of his write. I feel great to collaborate with this talented writer. Personally i recognise him as a good hearted person, also i refer as faith lover person, in many poem he wrote about humanity, he is one of the person who always encourage me to write poetry in my early time.Thank you Terence. I believe you will find your interest subject in few of Terence poetry.Try some and what you say? Thanks and wish you best, it very deep appreciation to give but no words can speak to me for this poet, Bring us some more victory in your write Terence_Unwritten Soul
Wow! Awesome! Terence is on line. Read his book years ago. A friend said the dedication was worth the whole book. Duno what 2 say. Obvious Ricky didn't read him though. We could not find any poems stating what he believed God was when we discussed him. The meaningsof some poems. Only his varied insights. Hummm I know I'll write what the book says about his poetry.Blurb from The Book Guild Limited.
LEMMINGS INTO THE SEA
The poet, like the potter,
takes the raw clay of thoughts
and shapes them... ’
Using an image as old as poetry itself, Terence Craddock here proclaims that he too is a ‘maker’, as the ancient Scots had it: a craftsman whose chosen medium is words; one for whom to write poetry is as natural as breathing.
Craddock is a New Zealander by birth, it may well surprise European readers that for him Christmasses are warm. He writes love songs as tender as lullabies, anti-nuclear protests as powerful as any politcian’s polemic, delights in paradox ad riddle. The most random thought is ‘captured immediately / in the net of pages’.
It is difficult to separate what a poet has to say from how he says it, but it is clear that Craddock’s strength is in his fecund word play, his ingenious and original use of language. To cite an obvious example, the poem ‘Foolmoon’ neatly reminds readers of the age-old connection between lunacy and the Moon. Lemmings Into The Sea is a collection to be savoured, relished.
Though I appreciate your concern for my holy well being, as well as your interest toward my work, I do not feel this is the proper venue to express your desire to make me religious in any way. But your other comments are very nice. There are some good suggestions.
And yes, too often have I seen 'God's Power'. I once believed in a god similar to yours. I came to a personal rapture. It has caused nothing but murder and agony for thousands of years. But it is just my belief. You may hold whatever beliefs you feel are appropriate for yourself.
It was on Queen Street Auckland, we mystically met. I hurried past up hill to swiftly change in hotel room. I felt presence reach out, as I rapidly pasted. I stopped; to glance around. What had arrested motion?