Writing In Spaces Of Occupancy Poem by Terence George Craddock

Writing In Spaces Of Occupancy



you never asked where I was which place I was in
conditions of occupancy I was in a very large room
a former bar now dry art books strung across parts
of the counter shelves empty gleaming former glasses

gone I was in a semi dark room cold alone writing
on my laptop laptop but I was not alone thoughts
creativity flashed through my brain across horizons
of thought shared gifted as tired I was I pulsed ebbed

time spent rose ever again in creative poetic writing
burned burned ever bright I was in a cold space
like a sun a stellar star your closest star spreading
light embracing life gifting pulsing streams of life

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Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in March 2014 on the 12.3.2014.
Complete version of the split images 'Where Do I Live? ', 'Ghost Bar Rehabilitation', 'In A Semi Dark Room Cold Alone' and 'Creativity Flashes Pulses Emitting Light' by Terence George Craddock.
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