Something Called Poetry Poem by Terence George Craddock

something called poetry
is alive in me
resonates in me
vibrates in me

in thought mind heartbeat
soul frequencies
slipping into conscious
unconscious thoughts

as easily as
breathing a breathe;
of air without
conscious effort

poetry originality
creativity
crafted simply
to awe revelation moments

where does poetry
come from why does poetry
come why the place
time conjunctions?


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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