when poetry comes
there is always a goddess
at the back of the mind
that always wants to
swing herself to the fore
to the page and the net
laughing all the way
she nudges at the heart
so that the passion
climbs mountain high
if there is a notebook,
it is a goldmine to till
if not, the goddess
would be gone
and looking for her
would take an age
lost in the forests, oceans
and skies of thoughts
john tiong chunghoo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-about-poetry-when-poetry-comes-kicking/
