Poems May Echo Through Eternity

I have learned the long game lesson with poetry rare startling poems are written in their own time the when where why writing follows set play rules sometimes a flash of inspiration by day by night fades into draft lines a poem elusive not right a siren haunting that is not right is not quite right is siren call knowing image concept key word keys an element within composition is error out of place... who patient waits days months years to revisit to find an exact match to sought inspiration who patient waits struggles fights ghost image long fight as struggle continues with perfection declined obliterated deletion ends or acceptance near enough is ideas stuck good enough... poems wake walk birth creation time right time out time now now moment margins poems attaining an exact tone feel sentiment heartbeat rhythm may echo through eternity... Terence George Craddock (Shadows Of Light) Copyright © Terence George Craddock