The Beauty Of Calligraphy Poem by Denis Martindale

Calligraphy grants ecstasy,
Art fashioned on a scroll,
Embellishing my poetry
That came forth from my soul,
Such that the precious words transform
Through elegance and style,
To leave this poet's heart still warm,
Such that I start to smile...

Calligraphy grants fantasy,
Fonts fashioned and then shared,
Developing expressively
Each brand new phrase prepared...
With finite details, loops and curls,
With silver and with gold,
With extra swirls for each unfurls,
New blessings to behold...

Calligraphy grants heraldry
Its tales in time to tell,
In drawing out the mystery
And history as well...
Likewise, awards are often framed,
To hang upon the wall,
Portraying honour for those named,
Admired by us all...

Calligraphy grants joy to me,
My troubles disappear...
I concentrate on what must be,
Intentions crystal clear...
When all is done, no more to do,
Sometimes a tear is shed...
I sacrifice this gift to you,
Each time my rhymes are read...