Wordsworth wrote an endless poem in blank verse on” the growth of a poet’s mind.” I shall attempt a more modest feat for a more distracted age: a blog, “Things which a Lifetime of Trying to Be a Poet has Taught Me.”
Thin clouds set by the moon aglow;
Concentric circles fade away:
White like sun on face of snow
Melts through silver into gray.
The surface is not smooth, but creased:
Rents and patches, not a few,
Hurried on from West to East,
Sometimes let a star shine through.
Frame it all with stands of pine,
Silent shapes against the light.
Shifting shadows redefine
Modulating moods of night.
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Donald T. Williams, PhD