CXXI

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.”

As I said, any excuse will do for a pun.  This time you have to wait for it to the last line.

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Reds

Sonnet XXXVIII

 

Red: flash of cardinal, barely seen;

Red: leaves of Maple, flecked with flame;

Red: Dogwood berries (leaves still green);

Red: other leaves without a name.

Red:  mountain apples, cheap to buy;

Red: candy apples at the fair;

Red: clouds across the evening sky;

Red: children’s cheeks in frosty air.

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Red: Sumac’s many-fingered hand;

Red:  as always, by the road, the clay;

Red: flannel pajamas, sooner than planned;

Red: flames on hearth at close of day.

Red: different shades and hues, but all

Read: glory of a Georgia fall.

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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.

Donald T. Williams, PhD

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About gandalf30598

Theologian, philosopher, poet, and critic; minister of the Gospel who makes his living by teaching medieval and renaissance literature; dual citizen of Narnia and Middle Earth.

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