On Trying To Be A Sonnet-King! Poem by Dr John Celes

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