The Editing Stage... Poem by Denis Martindale

Go well beyond the words you wrote,
The thoughts that you expressed,
For errors, find each antidote,
So you present your best...

First drafts composed prove not the end
Of all that poems are,
Perfection calls you as a friend
And bids you travel far...

For there are skills, beyond your ken,
Awaiting in the wings
That have befriended other men,
Transforming common things...

Just strive like poets have to do,
Just stretch your heart and mind,
Just hold on fast to all that's you,
Leave sorrows far behind...

It's then, to God, that praise ascends,
Beyond the tears we cry,
The day a poet comprehends,
No more to question why...

I beg you, share your poetry
With eloquence sublime,
There are great poems yet to be,
Unborn, just biding time...


Denis Martindale, copyright, May 2014.