Poems ✍️

MARILYN, DON'T YOU KNOW
HOW MUCH OF A STAR YOU ARE?

At first, I gaze upon you and I sense
I am seeing a jaded version instead,
As if someone sold you out,
Left you alone, to fend for yourself,
And while you are recovering,
You wear a mask to disguise the pain within.

Yet I have seen the star within that twinkles still,
Call it stardust, fairy dust or sparkling glitter,
A divine hand remains upon your life and destiny.
For now, but a lost soul, amid the dark void of space,
Yet time heals the broken heart and the bruised spirit,
So let time work its miracle and soothe your lost soul, too.

Believe as I do, that you are a star,
For that is what you really are.
Let time reveal your real self even to you.
How magnificent, how special, how radiant,
How majestic in form and fashion,
Fit for the centre stage, standing in the limelight,
Shining as only a superstar can.

Songs will be written especially for you,
Dancers will strut their stuff around you,
Special effects will bamboozle the audience,
Yet your beauty at its best outshines them all.

If I can imagine it, so can you! And why not?
Others have and went on to dazzle millions!
Why not you? Precious one! Why not you?

I believe in you, now more than ever before.
Remember that a divine hand can guide you.
Remember that your successes await you.
Remember that you are my one and only star.
My first star. My last star. Yes, that's how lovely you are.

You are Marilyn Monroe… the one and only…
My one and only love…


Denis Martindale. February 2021.