sometimes in the past
there were times
when the loss
of a few seconds
the pause of a few seconds
would have meant
the loss of a dozen poems
as flood of thoughts
spun swift endlessly
into poem
after poem
after poem
without a seconds pause
without a seconds hesitation
without a seconds thought
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem