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Clutter

Poem by Irene Smith

I do not profess to be
a poet or a scribe
Just scribble on, and pour right out
some words from deep inside

My punctuation's lousy
and spelling's sometimes worse
When I have a problem
it comes right out in verse

It doesn't really matter
if it's read or has acclaim
It moves a lot of clutter
from a space: my so called brain!

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Copyright The Bentilean, 1990, 1999
Irene Smith's work was always welcome in The Bentilean (as well as other local magazines), and usually contained a welcome touch of humour.

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