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.”


The rain comes driving, slanting through the mist.

The trees and sky, a blur of grey and green:

Impressionistic brush-strokes on the screen

By a Chinese artisan with dancing wrist.

And there, beneath a sheltering tree, the tryst.

Oblivious to the weather, they are keen

On what from words and glances one may glean:

She lifts her face up to her knight, is kissed.


The raindrop and the teardrop on the cheek

Are mingled, flowing in the self-same track.

And are they tears of joy?  The sky is bleak.

It seems their kiss has sealed a solemn pact:

He lifts her to his steed; away they streak;

They fade into the mist, do not look back.

Remember: for more poetry like this, go to https://lanternhollow.wordpress.com/store/ and order Stars Through the Clouds! Also look for Inklings of Reality and Reflections from Plato’s Cave, Williams’ newest books from Lantern Hollow Press: Evangelical essays in pursuit of Truth, Goodness, and Beauty.  And look for Williams’ very latest books: Deeper Magic: The Theology behind the Writings of C. S. Lewis (Baltimore: Square Halo Books, 2016) and “An Encouraging Thought”: The Christian Worldview in the Writings of L. R. R. Tolkien (Cambridge, OH: Christian Publishing House, 2018)!  Order from the publisher or Amazon.


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