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Oh, what joy to be inspired and fired up anew,
As if employed and hired with something great to do,
To tell a tale, or paint a scene, or sculpt a statuette,
With no folks near to intervene or get me quite upset.
Serenity when all alone, no critics watching me,
I write the new words I get shown, then share my poetry,
But hesitate to punctuate, because that stops the flow,
Once written down, and not too late, I choose to have a go.
I share my poems now and then for all the world to read,
Who knows what God will do again as I then intercede?
For prayer and praise go hand-in-hand and always prove sublime,
Just as the poets in each land each time they choose to rhyme.
Dead poets helped me learn a lot for sixty years and more,
And writers helped me with each plot they caused me to explore.
Calligraphy showed me the best that writing could display,
So that's the reason I'm impressed, yes, even to this day.
I like to find a fancy style, a font that shows finesse,
A font that makes me pause to smile, then use it well to bless.
For sometimes beauty fits the phrase and short quotation, too,
So inspiration then takes place within the heart of YOU.
Denis Martindale. February 2021.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem