I am a poet learning

A poet in progress

Learning alliteration

Learning to assess

 

I have my eyesight set on

A rhymic peak I see

Maybe I'll never get there

At least not rapidly

 

I poet that I know of

Said it could take a year

For her to sign a poem off

As happy to her ear

 

Oscar Wilde – all morning

Spent taking out a comma

Then all the 'noon restoring it -

A wildish kind of drama

 

Like Wilde I have frustrations

Right words don't come about

Where do the bloody commas go

Where do I leave them out ?

 

This poem that I've written

It did not take a year

Now finished – it does satisfy

It's pleasing to the ear

 

Don Matthews March 2018