Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)


No Goldfish - Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Who will care
for my poems
when I die?

I have no goldfish
or pet cat
to give away.


My poems will cuddle up
serenely curl up with you
on a long winter’s evening.

My poems will swim and flash
tails of intricate golden detail
on a long cozy winter’s evening.


Who will care
for my poems
when I am gone?

Goldfish are a sacred species
cats are a sacred species
all life is a sacred species somewhere.


Poems are also
a sacred life force.
For it is the task appointed
to the divine poet to render;

foolish humanity worthy
when seeking redemption,
through hidden wisdom written
within sealed lines, in a starlit poem.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock
http: //www.poemhunter.com/terence-george-craddock/

Listen to this poem:

Comments about No Goldfish by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

  • Hesti Agustini (2/15/2010 10:54:00 AM)


    This means all life is a sacred life force and poetry has a sacred life force also. It seems like pets poetry must be cared for by nurturing people. (Report) Reply

    0 person liked.
    0 person did not like.
Read all 1 comments »



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Monday, February 1, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 7, 2010


[Report Error]