Poetry and Me

Poetry for I grab my pen.
Thoughts for I hold on it.
Inscribe on a paper
all that I envision.
Writing out what I dared to believe
and the immeasurable ideas beyond reason.
Thus, vision of things is what I think of.


I have whispered my words
in hearty sense that sends a pleasing verse.
Poetry from my bizarre sanity
and this rhyme that sounds like a chime
may be of worthy.
The message comes out
and reflections upon it.


Though imagination cannot freely fly,
see it hovering and hear it singing.
Stop and view, yet life is painful
mind’s eye can make it wonderful.
I must not forget
that these lines are done
not from a senseless trance thing.


I am not a famous poet
nor may write with lovely sayings.
But I would like to pass the words I have written
and show to the world its meaning.
Many years after, soul of poet lifeless and gone
I may be neither besieged nor dismayed.
For in poetry…I found myself clearly.