tell you what's gold <br />to the poet - it is when <br />he is walking in <br />the bamboo groove <br />and all of a sudden <br />the swivelling leaves <br />become friends, lipsing <br />welcome, their hands <br />doing a Thai dance <br />the sharp tipped fingers <br />in rows, waving, all over <br /> <br />tell you when the poet <br />has struck gold - <br />it is when the sea rushes <br />to shore, one luminous line <br />toppling over the other <br />metaphorising the the sun <br />and sky in dazzling ink <br />- that unreachable they are <br />they could be brought down <br />to swim and play with us <br />teal blanket and fiery shimmering ball <br /> - tangoing, waltzing, galloping, <br />circling and and heaving in estacy <br /> <br />tell you when the poet <br />has found his pot of gold - <br />it is when his words find <br />their ways into everybody's heart <br />in such a pleasant flow - <br />crystal clear vantage wine - <br />the reader thinks he is writing <br />a part of each of them <br />and his brain cant help <br />sipping each word up <br />to revitalise itself<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pot-of-gold/
