Washed Away Under Work Loads Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Washed Away Under Work Loads



artists feel frustrated
when achieving not
when producing art not
not realizing images
in shifting vision mind

artists should
be producing art
no time for cooking
no time for cleaning
no time for hair cut

artists should not
not be able to keep up
with fermenting ideas
rain weather changes
haunting wake up calls

not creating art
is wasting artistic souls
is wasting artistic lives
in dry season droughts
withering artistic minds

work income human activities
life necessity farming for wages
dependent on salary climates
fifty sixty wage slave hours
is change devastating for artists

this drought no time for artistic activities
is crop failure starvation of artistic minds
leading to artistic suffering on massive scales
droughts are caused by lack of fertility rains
extended over long periods of wage slave times

slight brief rains slight artistic showers
is normality artistic not enough spring rains
to ground absorb artistic evaporated minds
artist is dehydrated lacking soul rejuvenations
plants animals need sustaining life waters

artists need self generated creativity waters
least art dies death of artistic dehydrations
art is main ingredient in artistic food chains
plants die from lack of water therefore animals
eating these plants will also die in drought cycles

artists true artists deprived of art wither drought dies
in mind soul lacking artistic flowering rejuvenations
without art creativity cycle fades away dies out expires
artists hail festivals sing dance to music in craft minds
artist restoring balance in self social harmony in societies?

artists feel frustrated
when not
producing art
not realizing images
in vision mind


Copyright © Terence George Craddock

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

I read your poems Eric, not your mail my friend, but the restrictions of time and the financial necessities of the cost of living mean many poems, often the best poems requiring more time thought and effort cannot be written, but we write what we can in the time limited windows of time available.

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Eric Cockrell 16 June 2012

you're reading my mail! you speak the truth!

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