in time
with every movement
trained
into perfect synchronized
perfection
until the final split
second
entry into water
without
a splash with barely a ripple
upon
the water
a poet
like a gold
medalist Olympic
diver completing
perfect
dives like perfect poems
then
disappearing
without
a trace
diving
into the blue
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