Poets Seem To Be Can Be Strange Creatures Poem by Terence George Craddock

it is still strange kinda weird felt out funny
feelings inside in thought mind heart body
poet cannot hide thoughts keeping or not kept

instant appearing wound out random thought
all poet need do is discard or stop write not talk
instant inspiration revelation feelings thought

inside poet knew not often did not know exists
turns into fast writ poems without fuss or a hiss
poet heaven is walking talking in rapid words

not thought hearing is weird kinda absurd
but poets seem to be can be strange creatures
even possessed oppressed in determination

to grasp handfuls write out a few written words
at end of day what can wired inspired swept away poet say
all is poems sharp crisp writ lines or blank spaces

depending on what poet
did sacrificed sacred or not
any poem fever given day


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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