Art Colours Lives Across Rainbow Light Spectrums Poem by Terence George Craddock

p3at 13 months was raptured instead by her first sight of white daisies in my father's rich green lawns of grass, and from sitting would unsteadily rise to walk to new patches of daises from time to time.

p2with 'our tribute at the shrine of their altar may be a daisy buttercup rose or exquisite rare orchid'. My mother had about 30 to 40 orchids, a few quite rare, my eldest daughter

p1Thank you, I was worried the opening lines might be misunderstood by some. I wrote a dedication once, and received a comment stating I had written an inferior poem about a superior poem, which is why I wrote about sincerity of thought,

Appreciation is in expression, I have listened to different versions of music by great composers, as the conductor and orchestra plays interpretations of mental stress in played music; how we read listen opens up new experiences. The chance to write to compose offers immense reward possibilities.

p2The beauty of nature within the first lines extending through the poem, reminds of expressive thought imbued into 'Leaves Of Grass', by Wilt Whitman. Poets from time to time will return to reread a masterpiece, a poem which captures images in nature which delights calls to our souls.)

p1I returned to add a new comment on your poem, to express my thoughts repeated here. (Poetry and the love of Poetry is a personal subjective pleasure, for me your poem is a masterpiece of love for place, a city of origin, that siren calls to the soul, to the core of poetic personality.