poet like a ferret
is still running
sniffing sniffing
out quiet spaces
to write write write
not play play play
or paint paint paint
perhaps painter people
cannot read more here
than sentence fragments
sentence strings cut
have not discovered
literature poetry minds
just cannot
understand
what
they cannot
see framed
confined
on a canvas
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem