when poetry comes <br />there is always a goddess <br />at the back of the mind <br />that always wants to <br />swing herself to the fore <br />to the page and the net <br />laughing all the way <br />she nudges at the heart <br />so that the passion <br />climbs mountain high <br />if there is a notebook, <br />it is a goldmine to till <br />if not, the goddess <br />would be gone <br />and looking for her <br />would take an age <br />lost in the forests, oceans <br />and skies of thoughts<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-about-poetry-when-poetry-comes-kicking/
