born poet, nature's gift <br />the beauty of god's essence <br />caught in every bloom and season <br /> <br />the years caught, preserved <br />in the lines and cracks <br />of a treasured antique <br />that never fails to excite a collector <br /> <br />made poet, from him <br />scholastic verses that trace every <br />perception, but blurly hits on <br />their exact sequence <br /> <br />the echo of the poetic self usually <br />missing - God did not put it there - <br />a crescent that entrances but <br />never as much as a glorious full moon <br /> <br />a blindman's quest to tell <br />the bends and squaring of a lane <br />after having been led <br />through it a hundred times <br /> <br />the thinly veiled struggle between <br />confidence and diffidence <br />the perceived and the real <br /> <br />the pain to put each <br />in its proper order the way <br />nature has done it, minus all <br />elements of pretensions, or ignorance <br />that come lose through each written word <br /> <br />a net sieving out the made poet<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-about-poetry-born-poets-made-poets/
