The poem dangled straight ahead
And hypnotised my eyes,
At first, it filled my heart with dread,
That tempting tiny prize…
I had to break the magic spell,
Not dawdle or delay
And since I had a tale to tell,
It must be done today…
I paused to get the title right,
In wait for my first line,
The poem dangled still in sight,
That poem would be mine…
I'll not give up, I'll not give in!
You little so-and-so!
I'll battle through until I win,
I'll never let you go!
I thumped the keyboard mightily,
Each little letter pressed,
Determined to make poetry
And so I did my best!
The editing was really hard,
The poem way too long,
Alas, one verse I must discard,
I sighed, yet I stayed strong!
I said that poem twenty times,
Although that proved a chore,
Improving phrases and their rhymes
Until there was no flaw…
And all the while, I prayed and prayed
Until that moment when...
ANOTHER poem was displayed
And dangled there again!
Denis Martindale March 2017.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem