It's so hard to pen a poem
That's meant to bless Mankind,
Once words start weaving from a whim,
No special thoughts in mind.
The poet lingers on each phrase,
Each metaphor and more,
Sometimes with memories to retrace
As if worth searching for.
The solemn poet muses still,
Without thoughts great or small,
As if with hours left to fill
Before his miracle.
Yet when it comes, what joys unfold,
And then the poet smiles
Preparing fresh lines to be told,
So that each verse beguiles.
As visions come to his mind's eye,
They overrule his sight,
Like dreams borne of a subtle sigh,
Before he sleeps at night.
They intervene and overlap,
Intruding all they can,
Before he even starts to nap
Without a single plan.
A random image then gets seen,
A sudden face appears,
Or sights of places he has been
And hasn't seen for years.
Departed parents, siblings, too,
Or friends from long ago,
Or sweethearts loved, both old and new,
When love seemed in full flow.
And should he write, or should he not,
These sights pervade within,
His twilight zone and all it's got
Another tale to spin.
With echoed rhymes he's penned so well,
Now suddenly returned,
Composed afresh to cast their spell,
With new rhymes that he's learned.
For poetry evolves so much
Once wise words take control,
When poets seek God's favoured touch
To bless another soul.
To reach out with a wondrous thought,
A captivating sign,
A winsome wisdom God has taught
Regarded as divine.
Yes, something supernatural,
A granted prophecy,
Unfolding like a miracle
That's meant for you and me!
Denis Martindale.5th of September 2026.
Here is a poem by Poemhunter poet Denis Martindale that explores the different ways that new poems can be created. Some may come in dreams or visions, or sights seen as soon as he starts daydreaming or when his brand-new inspiration intervenes. A single word can evoke new ideas and topics worth sharing. When poets accept the unbidden thoughts that appear out of nowhere, who knows what great blessings will develop?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem