Sketches In The Rough Wait Or Blur? Poem by Terence George Craddock

will sketches
in the rough
wait until
get home

worked up
or will light
perceptions tones
angles shift

into perceptions lost

cheapened
by memory
moments
diluted

to mediocrity?

most will
won't wait?
seize one or two
in frenzy quickly

in sure bursts
of volcanic electric
strokes keep

colour heat light
shadow shading
in head drawing

building
on outlines
vision mounting?

artist won't
can't forget
images
so vivid

intense
sown into
heart

speaking
from
liquid soul

heart mind merges

but oh
soft
wet
greens

dripping
melt
evaporate
diffused

into mists
grey cloudy
skies swift
washed out

intensity
brain swift
loses grasp
upon dimensionalities

sudden insights
soon begins
unguarded
blur blur

blurring blank?


Copyright © Terence George Craddock