The Persevering Poet!

The poet seldom scratched his head in finding his first line, It simply came to him instead, without a single sign, One moment born of memory as if a twinkling star, To aid in starting poetry, and yet not leading far. The poet had some cause to pause that second verse to show, Because he saw no opened doors or rooms that he could go, Yet he recalled the poems done upon each leap of faith, And carried on in search of fun, content his thoughts were safe. A treasure chest came to his mind, the hope of what to share, Like gold, once processed and refined, the answer to his prayer, Though some see prose as just a game that marks the passing time, Each poet reaches up to claim the rhyme that proves sublime. While true that not all lines are great or set in stone at all, The Lord still smiles on those who wait for their next miracle, Despite no clue what God would bring, he found God on his side, Discernment led to editing, with all good things supplied. The poet smiled when finally, with editing complete, He had his newfound poetry, the rhythm and the beat, So think again, while love endures beyond each poet's pen, God grants each gift which then ensures us poems now and then! Denis Martindale. December 2021.