Exciting The Writing!

My thoughts and inspirations drive My pen across the page, Applying pressure as I strive, To reach that final stage... Consumed by contemplations made That yet conduct my tour, Till all my dreams are there displayed, Both now and evermore... My wondrous words and ready rhymes Must resonate with style, Beyond a message of our times That's meant to raise a smile... And for this reason, I press on, Regardless, day or night, Till every blessing's come and gone, Till my new poem's right... But now it's done, no more to share, So emptiness begins, A solemn silence fills the air, My pen no longer spins... No longer flicks, no longer moves, No longer swirls about, No longer comforts, heals or soothes, No longer casts out doubt... That's when the poet's heart grows cold, Though once was sizzling hot, Because the story has been told, The poet's on the spot... Another poem, yes or no? Or put the kettle on? In truth, the poet's greatest foe, Is time not built upon... Denis Martindale, copyright, November 2013.