>≫A Poet's Journey

The first poem was a wonder The second was a surprise. The third poem made me a poet, The fourth gave me a name and fame. The fifth poem fetched me a fabulous fantasy The sixth one was a striving struggle for perfect beauty. The seventh poem conceived the heaven's serenity, The eighth one gave me a fly, The ninth poem lifted me in the sky. The tenth poem turned a touchstone Whatever I touched became gold Life is poetry, poetry is life A fountain of joy said in a metaphor What a delicate delight it gave When I was able to conjure it up and decipher