World Shrinks Into Small Spaces Poem by Terence George Craddock

between three brick red walls
into a small table awaiting service
wooden grain indented surface
sun bleached grey white weathers
wind but a gentle run away breeze
bursts forth buzz saw whine madness
wood cut ready for furniture creations

earlier was laughter conversation in kitchen; space
early morning grumpiness was swift dispelled
early morning wake ups time catch displeased
those captured by new schedules now imposed
time set aside stretches implied potential imagined
suddenly work arrives as on doorstep expectation; expected


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
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