Touchstone Revelation Hurled Cast Down Poem by Terence George Craddock

but a brief lament
a lament for poems
lost never written

this brief poem
is but a lament
for all recent poems

poems I lost
choice never written
no effort made

poems dreamt free
I was drift waking
from sleep remembering

at this time sparkling
but not feeling fine
but choice not writing

due to lack of time
due to lack of finances
due to frustrations abundant

beautiful spectral poems
better than displayed these
better than residue posting

thus so often my best
are unwritten lade to rest
never to grace poetic pages

thus so often my best
are unwritten lade to rest
never to delight random readers

when I rare attain
approach poetic peek
I inevitably confront

conflict resistant
preventive hostile heat
life circumstances

hurl rapture down
touchstone clown
speaks not hard won
mystic insight revelation