Time Is Precious Time Is For Writing Poem by Terence George Craddock

long ago a poet made a sacred vow
we do not know why we do not know how
at what age what time or at what hour

a vow was made to rise to fly not to high

not to cumulus cloud height towers
not to promote poetry a single poem
time is precious time is for writing

if any spare mind limb time moments
can be found at all for running into wall writing
for the joy of writing writing writing

work time earning time would take decades

a small hope lived that in distant retirement time
a little writing time could campfire lit robust thrive
time is sand falling falling in division hourglass

sands of time must will slip fall
a poet must begin poetic journey
write leaf poems along pathway

at times thrill score something beautiful significant

but at tape end of journey poet will realize
poet has hardly started said hardly anything at all
long ago a poet made to self a sacred vow

to write words fig ripe personalized words
words may endure words may vanish but
poet wanted to know what time would write

before final curtain closure at shadows night
poet already knowing listening at the beginning
poet would need time poet would devote time

in poetic efforts to answer a poetic call


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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