not even caving
thoughts always fly
in my mind eye...
I give them wing
freedom to fly
with or without...
me shining
in my eyes
through me...
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
O yes! Thoughts do move so quickly. Perhaps too quickly. It's difficult getting them to sit still.
will check that poem tomorrow, it was the 11th poem that day, part of 'Viewing Life Image Multiplicity' and I did not always post the complete poem of split image poems, sometimes ran out of time and never got back to them.