The Ghost Walker: The Snow Leopard Is Silent Shadows Poem by Terence George Craddock
The Ghost Walker: The Snow Leopard Is Silent Shadows
the ghost walker the snow leopard still walks
silent shadows in remore lonely wild serene places
in high mountains in the roof top of the world
the ghost walker the snow leopard silent walks;
where stillness is the depths of empty unseen valleys
the air is still silence as sharp as still air on calm days
high in ice rock fold mountains before breeze unseen
whispers of storms as yet unborn as blizzard whitouts;
in silence in snow heights moves snow leopard unseen
in air calm in snow flurries in worse white out storms
moves the majestic spirit of call of the wild wild places;
the saber toothed tiger is ghost echoes beauty past gone
the elephant the rhino countless species going going gone
the ghost walker the snow leopard still walks in memories;
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This sonnet has captured entirely my attention: unique, intriguing, with fairy-tale like imagery...I have been taken into an adventure through the wilderness of winter regions; I can almost feel the snow, the fresh air, the creatures in the forest (yet, I am still here, by the fire, sipping my ruby wine :) ): only to be shivered by the intolerable truth: '' countless species going going gone ''. A great sonnet!
there should be several other images of this theme, beautiful images, but due to time restraints and a recent issue I am reducing my time on PH and postings, so this is also a goodbye poem; weekends should have a little time available for writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/10/2024 10:51:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is lovely, yet has some haunting features within this piece, yet another species in danger of extinction. who waalks along in silent memories. lovely read ;)