Gangway! New Poem Coming Through! Poem by Denis Martindale

The poem banged upon my door!
'Come on, it's life or death! '
I wondered would must lay in store,
No time to catch my breath!
The poem nodded, entered in,
Sat down upon a chair,
I got some paper to begin,
Quite ready now to share...

The poem gasped, as poems do,
To gain some sympathy,
Yet that, of course, was nothing new,
But each time works with me!
I said, 'Calm down! Breathe nice and slow...
Take all the time you need! '
And so the poem had a go,
Spoke lines that I must heed...

'My word! That's quite a tale you've told!
I think that's quite sublime!
I wonder how that will unfold
When I create each rhyme! '
'Just do your best, like always, mate!
I'll put the coffee on!
Let's hope that we can celebrate,
Then after that, I'm gone! '

And so I pondered and I mused
And edited like mad,
Till every word I once perused
Was bound to make us glad!
I then recited what I wrote,
The poem wept with joy!
'You certainly have won my vote!
Oh, boy! Oh, boy! Oh, boy! '

We drank our coffee, said farewell,
I opened up the door,
Then suddenly a silence fell
That's so hard to ignore...
'I'll not see you again, dear friend! '
The poem told me straight,
'My work's now done, this is the end,
But thank you, you've been great! '

And then the poem disappeared
Before my very eyes,
It was exactly as I feared,
Just like the other guys...
They come and go, like angels do,
God's wonders never cease
And yet with thanks, I'm telling you,
That poem brought me peace...


Denis Martindale, copyright June 2014.