Mondays with Martin: A Personal Trinity

By David Martin

You Must Be There
the music is playing
and it sounds like heaven
so you must be there
the night glimmers when
you slip on that white dress and
we hold each other close
our love moves to the rhythm
and the temperature rises
as the floor becomes ours alone
one two three one two three
we keep pace with each other
together our hearts create tomorrows


this is our song 

everything we feel we are 

let’s dance like we mean it


2.  Together 


Here he comes 

running into this moment 

we have on a sunny morning


from beyond the darkness of sleep 

from a time of warm shadows 

from the happy sprinting which moves


the dry pages of my book 

and drops the necessary facts of life 

like bones at my feet causing his black eyes


above a panting tongue and wet nose 

each holding a caring passion for me 

and I can almost hear his words in between


his rapid fire barking 

“ruff — ruff — ruff” 

let’s walk now


3.  Now Is the Write Time 


If Ted Kooser can send poems to Jim Harrison, 

now is the “write” time to compose a verse for Vince McAndrew.

He motivates me to elevate my thoughts.


I can’t explain this situation. 

I don’t even write rhythmical composition. 

It is a darned hard thing to do.


With Kooser’s model and Vince’s acceptance, 

I will write a poem every . . . , well, whenever I feel like it. 

Then, I am going to burden him with their interpretations.


It doesn’t matter if he comments or not,

because I know he will have better things to do, 

but having an audience is better than pitching horseshoes.


Beware: we have a poet-in-progress, and 

he is a card-carrying member of Over Writers Anonymous: 

No Fear — No Perfection — Only Progress.


This new poet may attempt William Kloefkorn’s  

“Snowball Theory of Composition: 

Inspiration, Perspiration, and Compression,”  


which will create little treasures 

without a Map Quest app to move molehills, 

if not mountains.