The Treasure Trove Awaits! Poem by Denis Martindale

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The elegance of eloquence, the path to the perfect phrase.
The sentimental and the lyrical, and then the miracle.
Choose what you will of anything wistful, or wise,
winsome, wandering, or wishful.
Somewhere and at some time,
a poet has penned that poem just for you.
Among the millions of such meanderings,
the treasure trove awaits
and soon will cast its subtle spell upon the hearts and minds
of those prepared for pleasures.
Such pleasures are reserved for the seekers alone
and not for those merely enjoying the passing of time.
Come one, come all,
let the critics cast their eagle eyes upon the truths and the lies,
for poetry isn't restricted to just the telling of truths.

From such a simple theme as a rose
could soon come a new poem
that will enchant hundreds, thousands and millions.
Or create a song that could reach billions
or create a hymn such that even God will smile.
So why limit ourselves to the rhymes alone?
If we chase after words that fly like birds,
we cast our nets up high.
God knows what next comes tumbling down to earth.
So why expect every poem to gather the best
of all the words created?
Why expect the most fanciful?
Why shy away from simply saying I LOVE YOU
when I LOVE YOU is just fine as it is?
Or choose to switch that to French, Spanish or Italian
and maybe gain a few extra poetry fans along the way.

If there are no hard and fast rules,
then we should explore when and wherever we can
because, in truth, the treasure trove awaits.
That's mainly because most poets
haven't charged anyone a single penny for their poems.
How noble or how feeble that may be, the fact remains,
they love to write new poetry.
The caring is in the sharing, and the loving is in the giving.
God grant them the freedom to follow their dreams.


Denis Martindale. The last day of May 2021.