Random Rhythm And Rhyme Poem by Denis Martindale

A poet sat and thought a while before he wrote again,
For random words had cramped his style as would a broken pen,
Yes, they had left him unimpressed, the little so-and-sos,
I must improve, the man confessed, as he surveyed his prose.

The writing books that he had seen had not helped him at all.
Although he proved himself quite keen to find some miracle,
Perhaps a prayer that God would bless would grant him fewer fears,
A simple shortcut to success could save him years of tears.

By faith, God's grace would then supply great truths he might impart,
Yes, words of wisdom from on high directed to his heart.
God knows the measure of a man, the things that he could share,
The destiny the Lord could plan anointed through such prayer.

The man remained until at last God's grace had proved sublime,
Revitalised, no more downcast, now writing all the time!


Denis Martindale. Christmas Day 2020.