Soul Segments Sold Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Always
artiste can exercise a way
up
from gutter’s grave.
A path pathos taken
to tardy tear stained top
to fleet fluffy
white cotton cloud heights.
Does retch really
want to pay passage price?

Tread upon steps comprising
bestial beating humourless hearts
in apish agony
as supplant stepped upon.
Look down upon cowed cows
to be merit milked at pasture.
Gaining nothing
but gold gilted silver
trinkets
not even a rat can eat.

Give them to dignified dog
the dog wouldn’t care.
Loosing
womb warmth
of healing love
upon wolverine way.
Why? To stand
above it all
and finally arrive
nowhere.

Knowing
impasse impossibility
of winning back heckled heart
baked as black as stone.
Immovable
unfeeling
impervious
to passion.
That can only shatter
before quakes of soul saving emotion.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock