Is Poetry A Dead Art, Friends? Poem by Denis Martindale

Is poetry a dead art, friends? Or does it still exist?
It lives because it never ends… as long as girls get kissed…

As long as rainbows shine above… and eagles cross the sky…
As long as people pine for love… and Man asks questions why…
As long as children want to hear… a lullaby each night…
Or fairy tales that bring them cheer… or songs that bring delight…
Or anthems that the crowds may sing… as one respectful voice…
Or greetings cards for everything… just browse and pick your choice…
As long as people kneel to pray… or hymns are sung in Church…
As long as wisdom guides the way… with answers still to search…

As long as God's words come to pass… Man's future yet to tell…
As long as there are twinkling stars… and shooting stars as well…
While poems are the thoughts of Man… his legacy lives on…
That's why the poets pause and plan… until they, too, are gone…
To leave behind what must be said… to help both young and old…
So that they, too, are Spirit-led… to shine as good as gold…
The poets may be rich or poor… yet each stays young at heart…
When challenged, they will write some more… to share their noble art…

Is poetry a dead art, friends? Or does it still exist?
It lives because it never ends… as long as girls get kissed…


Denis Martindale September 2019.