The original
that wondrous
first childhood poem...
I could recite it directly
from memory...
though it be
decades discarded.
Although I am uncertain
with affirmed regard to
the exact arrangement...
of chisel word spelt
challenge lines...
thrice strapped out
upon hand written page.
From whence was it sprung
with such crystalline
observational integrity...
such concise conceptions
of contrasting metaphor...
such timeless historical
eroding metaphorical contrast.
Inspiration was a meteor a comet
in flight, brief spark of light,
blazing forth from solar edge ork cloud...
an ill omen, of future hours, to be lost
engaged stringing demanding poetic muse...
at expense, of future inclusive, cordiality
social occasions missed with exacting regret.
introvert explored
horizons of inner solace
artistic drug of intrigue...
investigating wondrous renewal
heliosheath, heliopause, ...
bow shock, sling shot reflection,
belted ribbon, three strands thick.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem