The Beauty Of Poems Poem by Tony Adah

The glamour of words display
In the language of the poet
He twists them, contracts and expands them
And a maze is thrown at the un-initiate
Alliterations torture tautology
And his stout images linger
In the long shadow of the critic.
The critic has no glamour of words
Than his scathing -isms, -ties and -itics
Which tend to diminish the glamour
Of the poet
This is how hollow he sounds
But the glamour of words
Is the armour that the poet girths his poems
Still the critic yanks the poet's poems
Into two the good and the bad
Who is that man
Who will disown his invalid child?
Just a few among a legion!