seasoned in verse immersed in decades memories
distilled thoughts must rise we write ourselves
with each draft we drink drunk on words we write
wisdom's shadows etched into mirror images echoes
focused lens reveals amplified magnified surface layers
penetrating thoughts are distilled in oak body caskets
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I read this version of THE POEM three times, and an image grew clearer in my mind with each reading: namely, the Ouroboros, the serpent biting its own tail, which symbolizes various meanings: the flow of time, or ETERNITY, or the oneness of all being. I'm not saying YOU intended the Ouroboros, it is just part of a complex of meaning your creatively flexible poem expresses. This poem satisfies me intellectually and emotionally. It's if you are declaring: POETRY is really big, and there is a niche for you and your poems. All of us belong.