time how shall I tell of time
flowing passing singing crying
smiling, flesh pulling in me?
time is a fine cherished wine
a sour vinegar all between time
binds species flesh, each soul
in unique dissimilar ways
adventures ride it run with it
or be dragged off, into oblivion
'As poets we shall write
many poems containing time'
these words begin my poem
'Karma Of Destinies Spoken'
but it is not my poem
it is our poem...
for time in poetry
is an elixir, of our poetic...
lives, we are all poets each life
is a poem written in harmonic
beauty, discord or keys struck
randomly, or with less precision
how, will you play keys marking
events, in sequence which shall
combine, in sung melody your life?
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'As poets we shall write many poems containing time' these words begin my poem 'Karma Of Destinies Spoken'...............good strategy for promote ur poem! lol but it is not my poem it is our poem... for time in poetry is an elixir, of our poetic... .......I love this, reflecting how each of us about real sung melody of life This poem is asking me to think a lot....what is my song of life..time will bring me to it