The Poet/The Poem

The Poet

Head bent,
face contorted with the
thoughtful pain
of a mind that races madly
in desperate search
of words -
of a sequence never used before.
Sharp words.
Hard words.
To wrest into people
Knowledge
Of the poet's pain.


The Poem

Spasms of sentences
weave their way,
scintillating,
sensuous,
slithering over the page
with determined elegance.
Hissing for the reader
to listen,
to comprehend,
to sympathise.

Sentiment cuts too deep
And the poet's plight
Is forgotten.

By Jenny Williamson

Copyright April 2006