On Trying To Be A Sonnet-King!

I longed to be a poet great, And started growing wings; I tried to write upon a slate, Whatever mind, it brings; To all earthlings Therefore I wrote, poems till date. I scribbled fast and turned a muse – Expert in sonnetting; I put my heart without excuse, At times, not editing! My word-painting Became an art, for all to use! I labored hard with simple words, Those rose from depths of heart; With wings, I flew like natural birds, Those soar and glide and dart; ’Tis now an art Like turning milk to whey, and curds! Copyright by Dr John Celes 10-13-2013