A New Poet Poem by john tiong chunghoo

a new poet - first the
glow of the moon, then
overcast sky, then
thunder and lightning
the short interval between
shadows and lights
the delicate situations
that one has to fit in
on the page, white, yellow or blue
to make light, light
and the thunder, thunder,
and all the frightening winds
and storms that come in between
then the close of the rain
the loudness of the raindrops
taken over by drizzle and
little swirls of fresh breeze
that fuel the acme of enjoyment
for the senses and the mind
the final lines of a poem so well
written that it feels the weather
has cleared, so that the sun shines
through fleeces and in a sky so blue
one cannot help feel one has reached
wonderland - the glow of a new poet
is a child heaving in excitement
as he made that first round on the
pedals when he learns to cycle

rewritten from:

A new Poet

a new poet - first the
glow of the moon, then
overcast sky, then
thunder and lightning
the short interval between
shadows and lights
the delicate situations
that one has to fit in
on the page, white, yellow or blue
to make light, light
and the thunder, thunder,
and all the frightening winds
and storms that come in between
then the close of the rain
the loudness of the raindrops
taken over by drizzle and
little swirls of fresh breeze
that fuel the climax of enjoyment
for the senses and the mind
the final lines of a poem so well
written that it feels the weather
has cleared, so that the sun shines
through fleeces and a sky so blue
one cannot help feel one has reached
a piece of wonderland - the glow of
a new poet is a child heaving in excitement
of that first round he makes on
the pedals when he learns to cycle
j