A Few Words May Bring Joy? Poem by Terence George Craddock

in sought out stolen quiet places
I solitaire sit disturbing none

at laptop attempting to write
by time window day or night

a few words to bring joy wonder
or a tear to a few searching souls...

who need eureka words
to soothe their quest tumbling
grasp at meaning minds

beware banshee grey haired witch
bully control freak boldly invades
sought quiet places shrill declares...

in high-pitched piercing tone
communal spaces are for all
in ignorant need to distemper

sow succulent disharmony seeds
fruits of doom gloom peace prophets...
come world entering to salve dispel