Rows And Rows Of Rhyming Prose... Poem by Denis Martindale

You think you can't write poetry? You think that's way too hard?
My friend, that's just a fallacy, a fear you must discard.
Your mind seems like a closed book now. Locked tight, yet you've the key.
You must release the words somehow and prayer has worked for me.
I chose to write by day and night. I chose to sit quite still.
I chose to pray for some insight and pray I always will.
I dream my dreams and use the best. I share what shines with love.
I rose from sleep to pass each test and proved that well enough.
The words are there, I pick and choose, I gather near and far.
Some educate and some amuse, yet poetry's the star.
The way it flows from heart to mind, from mine to yours as well.
The way the rhythms are refined, the stories they can tell.
The music that is then employed, the tunes that match each phrase,
No wonder that I'm overjoyed and smiles come to my face.
And there you are, with words inside, with rhythms and with rhymes.
Yet only you can turn the tide towards much better times.
I'll pray for you that God will send a poem now and then,
A poem that will be your friend, in ways beyond your ken.
In ways that grant you confidence, in ways that grant you peace,
To use God's gift with common sense, new poems to release.
For I began with nothing, too, but then God broke my chains.
That's why I chose to pray for you, for hope that still remains.
I rose above each fear and doubt. I rose above them all.
I rose above and found throughout that love's my miracle.
That's why I write… I write with love… It's on my heart and mind.
That's why I've words… More than enough… More than I'll ever find…


Denis Martindale June 2020.