Ghost Echo: A Thousand Poems Not Written Poem by Terence George Craddock

I am only playing

it took a long time

to not write

a thousand poems,

I was not sure I could do that,

then after all the poems in between,
to start again as if I had never stopped.

The poems are always there,
whispering sirens words
song sweet longings,

the poet swims
slides effortlessly
in the storm surge

never battered
on hunger reefs

nor crashed crushed

on shoreline collision
tide immoveable rocks
sharp teeth defiant cliffs.

There was a time
long ago in childhood,
when only a few catch words,

a few song lines
echoed in valleys of soul,

a few song lines
echoed in sunrise valleys
youth dawn seed soul,

time passes poems
write themselves
in current word flows,

choice is a moments choice
which currents to fleet follow,
which expansion ocean horizons

to depth dive swim into,
which sea foam realities
to cast upon shore line pages.

The artist
chooses,
art chooses,

musicians write
music songs
to hang upon air,

painters paint
landscapes portraits
inner visions,

writers poets
spin silk
web realities,

all enhance
embrace
creativity

in a moment
choice soul
quest journey,

following writing
sunshine song
of own soul.

What survives,
what is seen,
what is enjoyed,

what is shared,
what smiles
laughter sighs

tears
emotional
understandings

are gift given,
sown into reality
are but sea foam

tossed among
wave surges
upon a myriad

of beach shorelines.


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock