once I would have written verse symphonies
sound serenade as mists enlightenment
soul transform into notes on harmonic journey
few have had ear
heart eye soul tuned
for performance
desire to sit
in rapture enthralled
orchestra sound
now I scribble but a few brief notes
ciphers sound in rush hour traffic
heard pauses amazed with awe blinks
forgets rapidly
rushes on to
departure points
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem