some of us have no choice
writing seeks us out
compassion or compulsion
hear sirens singing on
a rocky shore with a wild allure
songs which break on heart
passion rages winds howl
while we are tied to ship mast
I seek not a time to write
the write seeks out me pursues me
plagues me hounds will not
let me be the write longs to be free
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true sometimes words do seek you out. Like this poem.