Terence George Craddock Poems

the tree shivers
quietly
as the winter breeze
drifts by
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is it time confined in box like cubicles
prisoners in past memories future expectations...
which in setting space constricted sets
stage for rhythmic ocean voyage romances...
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to be a poet delirious
is to write trivial serious
neurosis word fetish psychosis...
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meaning in 'To Be A Poet' chimes
on so many subtle to depth levels
many will haste speed read pass
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impolite proprietress
still illusion smiles hides
behind deception hands
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passing a major milestone
sixteen months in a house
thrown a tight small fortune
at multiple repair problems
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mounting emotive storm costing
so much time time could be creating
cannot even open google half this morning
strangely aborbed today I have been working
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our children gift
give depth in dimensional
meaning in our lives
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