A Modicum Of Talent Poem by Denis Martindale

The writer sat... and close nearby, a demon, fit to burst,
Intent to make that poet cry, he vowed to do his worst
And with a simple seed of doubt, the battle had begun,
For doubt grows up and spreads about till damage hurts someone.

The writer sat... with pen-in-hand, still poised above the page,
With thoughts he couldn't understand, at this, the early stage.
Why couldn't he commence to write? He puzzled for a while
And having tried with all his might, this time, he lost his smile.

A modicum of talent lived within his heart and mind,
Which he perceived a godly gift, but words he couldn't find.
And so he prayed a humble prayer, for God to grant him grace,
Because he trusted God to care to get him past this phase.

That's when a title trickled through, a winsome wise remark,
An insight, bright and ever true, so bright it broke the dark.
Imagination took the hint and pictures paved the way
And that was when the poet grinned, to see faith save the day.

That's why he knows he's not alone, the writing's just a part
And while his skills he seeks to hone, with God, he shares his heart.
While prayer assists him now and then, he's not ashamed at all,
Though Demon Doubt may come again, faith grants God's miracle!


Denis Martindale August 2016.