Writing Thoughtless Seamless Poem by Terence George Craddock

Writing Thoughtless Seamless



writers can be complete idiots,
memory stick would work
but poet writer writing
without thought is seamless,

thinking ruins word flow,
usually rush writing
this way gains
more than is lost,

stilted writing is avoided
writer poet writing thoughtless
stream of consciousness,

nature is often disjointed images
conscious unconscious images
muse creativity filers flawless

when experienced first hand,
random thought has virgin purity
an alluring fresh sculptural potential appeal;

while overthought overworked
lines stick in stuck dry parched throat
writers poets sometimes care

more for fleet moment than perpetuity
writ elixir is champagne bubbling or rum;
spirit refreshed or drunk swims in words

philosopher stone power transformations
transmutations were never so crystal clear
simple complex beautiful nor smelt sweet;

sight is but a weight of silver gold diamond
compared to symphony key note aspiring mind
what wonder endless creativity sings gem defined

noble art creative mind is but slight of hand
eureka moments are catalyst philosophers' stone;
aspired to perfection glittering golden words

Copyright © Terence George Craddock

Saturday, December 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: art,artistic work,creativity,mind,writing
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Original version of the split images 'Thinking Saving Writing Ruins The Flow', 'Writing Without Saving', 'A Chance Strike Gold Rush Fevered Run', 'Stream Of Consciousness', 'Lines Stick In The Throat', 'Genius Writing Is Mind Buzz Creative Bursts' and 'Commonality Words Seek Literary Enlightenment', 'Second Sight Creativity Mind' and 'Noble Art Creative Mind Eureka Moments' by the poet Terence George Craddock.
Split image from the poem 'Writing Thoughtless Seamless' by the poet Terence George Craddock.
Written in December 2016 on the 11&21.12.2016.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Unwritten Soul 24 December 2016

Wonderful poem, i love all but not limited to this part noble art creative mind is but slight of hand eureka moments are catalyst philosophers' stone; aspired to perfection glittering golden words You share with us during Christamas eve, i know you celebrating it... Have a summery christmas there in NZ...take care always. Send rgard to all Maybe they all growing up now..U too enjoy the day

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