Poetic Spirit

Dipped in the wine of imagination,
Drawn with the line of added perception,
Factual, with the full-ease, vibration,
When floated, stirred in heart like pit;
I perceived in my bosom a Poetic Spirit.

Lute which is tuned with gay vibration,
Fume which is boomed with scutinisation,
Profound, with the thoughtful inspiration,
When tinkled, wavered in mind with wit;
I perceived in my brain a Poetic Spirit.

With an alcoholic aesthetic intoxication,
Bottled-up with eternal gaze of observation,
Genuine, with the white wit examination,
With sprinkled, danced in vision with lit;
I perceived in my eyes a Poetic Spirit.

Followed by the witty brain’s instruction,
Under the colorful eye’s supervision,
Powerful with the taskful of Litigation,
When decorated, forced in deed with grit;
I perceived in my hand a Poetic Spirit.

Bounded in the hold of hand’s protection,
Crackled with the mould of verbal perfection,
Playful with the act of worldly excursion,
When printed, splendorous in paper with writ;
I observed in my pen a Poetic Spirit.

Utterance from the throat of sound-creation,
Forced out from mouth with tongue’s summation,
Perfumed, with the scent of worded secretion,
When blossomed, turned in words a bit;
I perceived in my voice a Poetic Spirit.