(please make note; although a gentle chide.... this has nothing to do with anyone here. nor is it sour grapes,
but came from ........ a trumpet played a bit too loudly.)
Ode to a Poetess
Now past, a once flower bloomed!-
And grew so, greatly
But did so gently;
For there, in the way of words;
What has lasting,
Does passing humbly.
Came a day,
And made it mine of a moment
To share the rich foment of a new come crown
With a fabulous purse-
Swelled by the profits
Of fellow fellows, poets, and prophets-
They called renown!
Now all come...
And know the full glow
Of the verse.
Well glow it did... but hard,
Grandly wording
As though by the Bard,
And the crown's purse
Crowed too!-
Reading -True; - "Mastress-Of-Verse"!
Nor truer- but worse
Was the wearing;
Showing enmity
With little dignity.
Still, I listened and smiled.
Though more by the little,
With more of the while.
What grows of ways older,
Bolder or mild?
Come fame, will come wisdom....?
Will crow the name loud?
With crowns come a burden;
Some wear they, well,
While others they smother.
As a way may lead to another,
So another may stray where it will-
And where,
Will follow....
'ere I bowed
To fair the leave quiet,
And make way of the day my way,
For I knew her name not Emily,
And what there, of lasting...
Passed there humbly.
but came from ........ a trumpet played a bit too loudly.)
Ode to a Poetess
Now past, a once flower bloomed!-
And grew so, greatly
But did so gently;
For there, in the way of words;
What has lasting,
Does passing humbly.
Came a day,
And made it mine of a moment
To share the rich foment of a new come crown
With a fabulous purse-
Swelled by the profits
Of fellow fellows, poets, and prophets-
They called renown!
Now all come...
And know the full glow
Of the verse.
Well glow it did... but hard,
Grandly wording
As though by the Bard,
And the crown's purse
Crowed too!-
Reading -True; - "Mastress-Of-Verse"!
Nor truer- but worse
Was the wearing;
Showing enmity
With little dignity.
Still, I listened and smiled.
Though more by the little,
With more of the while.
What grows of ways older,
Bolder or mild?
Come fame, will come wisdom....?
Will crow the name loud?
With crowns come a burden;
Some wear they, well,
While others they smother.
As a way may lead to another,
So another may stray where it will-
And where,
Will follow....
'ere I bowed
To fair the leave quiet,
And make way of the day my way,
For I knew her name not Emily,
And what there, of lasting...
Passed there humbly.
