Written On The Spot, That's What! Poem by Denis Martindale

:
:
:
:
:
:
:
:
:
:
:
:
:
:
:
:
:
:
:
:
:
When challenged, as some poets are, for poems on the spot,
Perhaps, at times, I prove a star, as I sit down and jot,
Or type away left-handedly, on white keyboards at home,
For something new in poetry, perhaps a rhyming poem.

My verses may be long or short, yet editing awaits,
When Grammarly corrects each thought, then something new creates.
So there I sit, a humbled soul, rewriting bit by bit,
As if still striving for control to reach the end of it.

All joy has gone until, at last, the editing gets done.
So I can't say that I write fast or that it all was fun.
And yet a sense of sweet relief pours over me like wine,
And gratitude replaces grief for suddenly I'm fine.

As if the whole thing to rehearse, with nothing left that's grim,
I then recite each finished verse or sing these to a hymn.
Now thought complete, our work gets shared upon the Internet,
Among the poems that folks meet and poems that they've met.


Denis Martindale. July 2021.