Paint A Desert Shifting Timeless Portrait Poem by Terence George Craddock

Paint A Desert Shifting Timeless Portrait

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the desert
the desert
has no roads
only destinations

as many destinations
as there are grains
of sand in the hands
of time drift shadows

shadows shape shade past lives
shadows whisper sand sings
whisper wind grain sands
sparkle dark sky sea desert stars

sail ships shadows of dawn sunset desert
silent over sand dunes stately time walks
sea wave rhythm camel legs long soft strides
eat up desert sand shimmer mirage distances

lives long rivers sand shift swept lives
flow across seamless ocean desert sands
breath stars cross circle map life sky journeys
burn bright ethereal flame passion life stars

still desert sands map past lives
star light maps moon ebb flow night lives
write ink finger nail sun dawn maps
write ink finger nail sun dusk maps

the desert sand is a mistress of time
a child is a sown seed of organic survivals
a wife is birth mother of gene opportunities
breath of life blood whispers mist time


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

Monday, March 5, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: desert,nature,philosophy,time
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Complete version of the split images 'Sand In The Hands Of Time Drift Shadows', 'The Desert Hides Countless Destinations', 'Dark Sea Desert Stars', 'Desert Sail Ships Shadows', 'Camel Caravans Sail Sand Sun Horizon Dreams', 'Stars Map Life Sky Journeys', 'Desert Stillness Maps', 'Desert Whispers Mist Time' and 'Lives Long Rivers Of Lives' by the poet Terence George Craddock. Inspired by the poem 'The Desert' by the poet Terence George Craddock. Written in March 2018 on the 4&5.3.2018.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 20 July 2019

A refined poetic imagination, Terence. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.

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Unwritten Soul 30 October 2018

The desert, the desert the stacking sand beads, the crystal grains We might lost as we try to trace the footprint As the wind from north to south, east to west erase the path...like time erase some moment of past from present painting a desert shifting timeless portrait we are travelers in the sea of familiar scene yet unfamiliar reality Till oasis grow the tree the fate will start to tell thee..

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Dr Antony Theodore 05 March 2018

shadows shape shade past lives shadows whisper sand sings whisper wind grain sands sparkle dark sky sea desert stars..... great imagination dear poet.......... thank yu and congratulations for this poem. tony

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