With My Left Hand Poem by Denis Martindale

With my left hand I write and write
To fashion fairy tales,
To sprinkle magic day and night,
For true love never fails...
My pen looks like a tiny wand
As it streams ink so fine,
Perhaps to share my thoughts so fond,
Of her, my Valentine...

With my left hand I write and write,
Transcending time and space,
Imaginations cause delight
To dance across my face...
Though no-one sees the smiles I smile,
The laughter now and then,
I press on with my wit and style,
Till sleepytime again...

With my left hand I write and write,
Yes, even in my dreams,
Awaking with some new insight
On what the Devil schemes...
Or what the Lord reveals to me,
Meant then for all Mankind,
Expressed within my poetry
Are treasures still to find...

Wih my left hand I write and write,
Devoted to my cause,
Steadfast, as if with all my might,
With God's Truth as my source...
Though life slips slowly till I'm gone,
Like precious grains of sand,
My writing skills I build upon,
Right here, with my left hand...


Denis Martindale, copyright, May 2013.