as God nature creates complete
a bunch of grapes growing on vine
each grape an interlocked fold skin
of original envisioned composition
so too human architect craftsman
creates cultivates ideas to time define
each grape is picked complete from vine
each grape is perfect as singular complete
an orb idea formed vine ripe fertile complete
each grape is taste savoured relished eaten
peel me a grape of an idea complete eaten
slave starves creates each gilded grape given
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The style is interesting and uniquely Craddock, I guess thats what makes it so special.