The Good-And-Beautiful Poem! Poem by Denis Martindale

The good-and-beautiful poem can come to us one night,
Or visit us upon a whim, perchance that we might write,
Else glide away to find someone with wisdom and insight,
Who has a noble sense of fun and seeks to stay polite.

For there are writers who don't care and treat life with disdain,
The cynics who don't strive to share and with their thoughts remain,
And poets prone to dark despair, with sorrows on the brain,
And that, of course, is their affair, if they won't write again.

Yet seek me out, when I awake, from dreams that offer nought,
Yes, seek me out, for goodness sake, recalling truths I taught,
And let me in on what to do, then guide me deep in thought,
That I may write and thus please you, by writing what I ought.

My life is coming to an end, so grant me some reprise,
Extending life, as would a friend, bestowing inner peace,
To use the hours left to spend, so beauty I release,
To share whatever God may send, Whose wonders never cease.

Is this too much, too hard a task, to get a second chance?
Is this too great for me to ask good poems to enhance?
Great expectations grow in me just like red roses do!
So why not bless my poetry? I'd do the same for you!


Denis Martindale. September 2020.