from an early age I found solace in poetry
poetry was a door to an awesome world
wonderful worlds of imagination waited
rabbit hole doors ever present just behind
anthology volumes proud pages of poetry
something awakes when reading poetry
a quickening in heart mind reading poetry
expands soul mind in cosmic dream liberty
words soar in mind sphere
breaths leap into flame idea
creativity beats pulses near
words need not be whispered in ear
entire worlds thoughts beat in spirit clear
read residue poet playground souvenir
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem