The Notebook Poem by john tiong chunghoo
The Notebook
god paints
onto this plain canvas
my feeling and soul
i translate them into words
so many colours
and splashes of magic
that set the world
vibrating
yet sometmes i miss
his outpouring
of art in so many facets
i miss the verses
that would shape my soul itself
with regret i sigh in the night
in earnest i wait his
next stroke and dash
which with deft
of interpretation
would cut deep
onto the pages
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4/28/2024 3:32:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The deeper the cut john, the clearer the view. Great little poem. Thank the lord. 10 from Tai