God-Blessed Creativity! Poem by Denis Martindale

Without my mind and memory, how can I still create,
To write beyond reality, my destiny and fate,
To fashion phrases, thoughts, and things, with rhythms, and their rhymes,
To let them rise, on eagles' wings, in search of better times?
Without my prayers, what would I be? Alone, myself to blame,
Yet God grants visions I can see, so life's no more the same,
And God grants dreams that come by night, and daydreams for each day,
And God grants gifts that helped me write, no matter, come what may.
I learnt the craft like those before, from other writers' pens,
For they've created books galore, as such, these stayed my friends.
I've gathered ideas from afar, from those in different lands,
I've followed every rising star, whatever life demands.
I've risen from a night of sleep, then written on-the-spot,
Then edited what's good to keep, with thanks for what I've got,
Then taken that and sharedupon the Internet,
Then praying that it turned out fine, that's what I seem to get.
So if I can, then you can, too. Have you the time to spare?
Have you the poet's heart in you, the choice to care and share?
Have you the wisdom to respect what writing rules can mean?
Have you the challenge to accept, the chance to set the scene?
For there are days when ideas stray, and thoughts are deadly slow,
And setbacks cause us more delay until their time to go,
Yet when they go, it's time once more, that's when new hopes take hold,
The Writing Zone's an open door, with tales as good as gold.
So study well, and do your best, each time you pause to try,
As if this proved your holy quest until life says goodbye.
It's what a poet's called to do, regardless, day or night!
The choice, of course, remains with you, each chance you get to write!


Denis Martindale. September 2020.