there is a point in time
a transition period
perhaps after decades
when it becomes true
we are poetry incarnate
in poetic words written
mind skin stretches
skin drumbeat vibrates
thought theme rhythms
imagination flight soars expands
resonating drumbeat vibrates
feel sound waves pulse waves
poetry etched into flesh vibrant
every fibre vibrating perception
poetry wind whispers words
poetry whispers vision verses
into countless poetic moments
poetry walks in poetic skins
poetry becomes countless
endless living breathing souls
breathing writing poetry
poetry exists in us
poetry becomes us
poetry defines us
poets living breathing write poetic flames
poets gifting sight window poems which remains
poets flickering passing silk spun mist webs
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