Can Anyone Write A Poem About A Poem? Poem by Denis Martindale

When I was but a little lad,
As quiet as a mouse,
I looked up to my Mum and Dad
Who walked about the house…
I crawled upon the floor below,
Not knowing how to stand,
But God gave me the chance to grow
For greater things still planned…

And so, one day, I stood upright,
Upon my legs so frail
And gave my parents quite a fright,
In fact, each one went pale…
But time passed by and I walked well
And later on, could run,
But sometimes I'd just sit a spell,
Read poems one-by-one…

I vowed a poet I'd soon be,
With great enchantments shared,
Such that the world could know of me,
If I took time and cared,
Then edited to do my best
And thought and thought and thought,
So that my readers could be blessed
By poems long and short…

Two thousand poems have been penned,
Typed out, then put on-line,
Sometimes a poem's like a friend,
Much more so when it's mine…
And I can write one on the spot,
Just like I'm doing now,
Without a single theme or plot,
Just start it off somehow…

Not everyone could write like that,
Some really take their time,
I've finished in five minutes flat
Before they've got a rhyme…
But if their written work looks great,
Well, that's alright by me,
Because I'm glad to celebrate
Theirs and my poetry!


Denis Martindale June 2016.