in chill mist of morning
in sad lament at close of day
ghosts tug at strung heart strings
flotsam washed in out upon moon tides
ebb flow carries dross tragic drownings
tears shed untimely water taken lives
smoky mist rises funeral pyre ties
sea tongue foggy swallows
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Terry, my good friend, you have a very interesting and unique form of writing. I truly enjoyed this piece. I am happy you found inspiration from my poem. Thank you for the dedication. Loyd C. Taylor, Sr.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The privilege is mine my friend, without your poem mine would not have been written, and I would have missed out on the fun and the friendship, and I liked this poem your words inspired :)