<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=526021" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mourn Needless Loss</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All those poems <br>I never wrote <br>you are my lost <br>beloved children.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Born a stillborn birth <br>never to be known, upon this earth.<br>Never to be raised <br>upon fledgling childhood dais.<br>Why has fate shown <br>such crushing bias? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Carved out <br>are quarried blocks <br>of fractured lesser stone.<br>Where are fine <br>flawless marble blocks <br>sculptural pure pieces? <br>Scattered left crumbling <br>rotting in their bedrock.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Cry Cry Lament <br>for all my lost children.<br>Cheated right of birth <br>so often <br>those of noble <br>neglected line.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tearing pain of loss <br>strikes a ragged <br>dissonant note; <br>ransom paid <br>at extravagant price.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loss felt <br>comparable <br>to loss of limb.<br>Artistic body left <br>incomplete <br>rendered less <br>ethereal capable <br>on lip of chasm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Lost beyond recovery <br>essence never to be retrieved.<br>Often diligent committed day <br>ideas come slip away.<br>Gone past brink of reach <br>search proves poignant.<br>Post-mortem is pointless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Consider <br>given opportunity <br>circumstances <br>available time.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have we achieved <br>anything of remark? <br>Though how we mourn <br>all those lost unborn works.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Stone cutter with skill <br>and care cunningly <br>carved out blocks. <br>Using time. Age.<br>Old techniques. Patience.<br>Combined with muscle. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">State of art <br>tools. Only to see <br>potentially brilliant <br>gift left scattered.<br>Discarded. Lying fallow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Creativity <br>dried up <br>shriveled shriven <br>shrinkage.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Motive precision <br>fades <br>is receding into void.<br>Rebirth must begin <br>upon <br>latter day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Artist has gone <br>leaving the gate of heart open.<br>Who will come in <br>to pick up his chisel? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Terence+George+Craddock">Terence George Craddock</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=526021" data-title="Mourn Needless Loss de Terence George Craddock" data-description="All those poems I never wrote you are my lost beloved children. Born a stillborn birth never to be known, upon this earth. Never to be raised upon fledgling childhood dais. Why has fate shown such crushing bias? Carved out are quarried b..."></div> </div> </div>

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