In light of the anniversary birthday of my best childhood friend, I was moved by her intellect and her passion for the written works of yesteryear. If she had lived, perhaps we could have been surprised together as I was looking for a Dore print on Ebay. I ran across the discovery of an old book found by the seller at an estate sale. Upon looking closely, I deduced that it was most likely a signed book by Alfred Lord Tennyson. The book was Elaine and in poor condition. It was up for bid and I just barely lost but the sale ended in less than 100.00 dollars. The pictures from the bid are here.
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| A legitimate sample of Tennyson's signature from online. |
In this discovery and loss, I reached out to a local documents person who has a place known as the Karpeles Manuscript Library and he neither confirmed or denied it was indeed Tennyson plus he said it was in poor condition that he wasn't interested, even if I could track it down. Yet he guided me to Tennyson's work, Charge of the Light Brigade. In turn I found In Memoriam, which was an ode to a friend who he missed and lost. So I have attempted to revive that feeling with a poem. Tennyson's piece is most known for the lines at the end where he states, "Tis better to have loved and lost/Than never to have loved at all."
With the breadth of Tennyson, he would have enticed my friend to re familiarize herself with his work and she would have found a level of appreciation as I also have appreciated the genuine friendship and her fervor for literature. She is and always will be greatly missed. Friend in heaven, for you I write.
Ode to Thou Provost Lord
Rest in thy sweetness of wine and reign just,
Isle rays in thy giant palms scoops, swoops down
Upon my brittle soliloquy, echoing down subconscious corridors.
And I, a feeble moot, surrounded by ‘ye just strength in jest
Conscious entities rise, like a halo enamored
By a sonorous note chiming high and light,
A sludge snail soiled upon Earth, smacks down dirt and dust.
Her watery planet undulated in waves of elemental motes
Salted tears, descendant upon man’s tots,
Whilst humans form days with nods in ayes,
Watch thou Lord’s colloquium, a mind’s eyes speck humanity.
Thy flecks of molecular tête-à-tête doth sound around,
Those familiar to find focus in focal inheritances
For aye, rang thine battle cries of precedent and precepts,
Wane to wax thy vitality of animus and ardor while in psyches.
Formulas festering in fostered foundations, foremen forget
Upon I doorstep, the hand of fate fix I, infinite
Creaks in wooded footsteps marched in solid,
Durst guidance of broken silence, astride to the tide in totality.
O’ ye, vernacular wraiths expose thy truth in visceral cues by beautification,
Reminiscent and reticent in some form of a poet’s hand
Although scripted in motion, memoirs spoke devotion,
For in voice, a maiden’s name, O’ Lord thou’st revealed thyself once more.
O’ I messages shatters against thy silent remaining domain
As possibility became evidential and eventually,
In I, minor clichés of cranial ruptures and exposure,
Risking the rains of yesteryear, in showering shouts of a proverbial name.
II.
Thy Baron of In Memoriam, hath toiled years of a stained heart,
Fluttered in a moment of amusement and astuteness
Shivering in excitement, I destined homeward for
O’ Lord send thy sonnet of metric intentions into premier ecstasy.
Thy past, persevereth ye and perverted back the dampened pestilence
As thy cast outh stones of sin, wandering in derision
Regression revert thy unto the stolid, in stance and stanzas
Former formal initiations, slipped slowly from aye swollen appendages.
Thou hast the holiest men, in fight and flight to pass by tests in time
Imagine the commoners’ common man rise above
Like a ghost, in folly of mind and effervescence
Revealing losses, yet not gone to clocked eras of eternal love.
Love of thy brethren and sisterhoods of the general populous
Remain in remnants, fervor for majestic portions, by and by
Ancestral lineages gather to gain momentum in ebb
For antiqued ages of books, thy rest reverent to names of God’s children.
O’ thy plates overflowth, in universality of knowledgeable scrolls
Consensuses slowly grows while consistently changing
Aye, cornerstone, no longer rests in inclinations or delineation
Stones, thine builders refused, gathers moss on Northern shores.
Creativity crafted of crescent moons, shimmer upon her Ocean’s throne,
Precipitous rain replenishes, in hearts destined by rolling stones
Thy Bible hath not shown, shame deep in deeds of deception
Thy archaic scores of historic detention gathered nomad pupils’ jaunt and remote.
III.
A richer sun, a former label of a great Baron, sides against a young one.
Reaction of actions, foremost, by tenants in thy House of Lords.
The moon sits in sheer suspension, I’s Sun’s flame oxidates forever,
Amongst luminescent spirits, angelic approach glides galactic spans of seasonal cycles.
For summer set in 1892, as laid to rest in the West near the Abbey of Ministers.
Unbeknownst to wise wasted youth following
Foolish sight, stones thrown upon harpsichords
Thee yell, ”Ring in the alarm,” to them who dance with death unto dying suns.
Wilted wreaths of sorrow shed tears, bringing allowance for thy blind to see
A heart scarce of desire, dedicated in feres with friars
Form a formidable cohort, death rests in hugs of her wholeness.
Fleeting by, in memory, as her genetic seeds gains steadily in sweetness.
She liveth within her powers of love, amidst self-indulgent stenography
A homage to a cherished effigy, my dearly departed perfection
She never mired her generosity, so hath show no eulogy
Late, wait I, for special sincerity, perhaps friend, ye shineth intensity after all.
Heard notes of Earthly passions, perchance, a message teleports home for heart
Of a friend lost in leased love from innocent ages
The clamor of cherub friendships, she left behind an emerging sun.
Go faithfully unto thy raging night to follow the long fellows and ten in sons, I must follow her.
So might we meet by the lake in the sky, she shoaled I to find her mortal life,
Worlds of grandeur, creations of cognitions and cites,
As lucid Earthly dreams elate and evade erroneous twilight,
Shameful prelude miscued a master’s missed road frozen by frost, ye not lost.
For thaw settled by the ellipse of the richer sun, she daunts to run into sunshine
Slowed by the virtue of thy Son of Man, in a future fellowship,
In friendship, the infringement of fools fall to fashion love,
Hail ye vicar, first teacher of thy Golden Rule, latter substitutes remitted clerics of lyrics.
Genteel literate quintessential souls move stars, quiet wishes in flight of night.
Dissension of rebellious plight fodders darkness, whom
Wake the light of sun and moon, secluded in scheduled rules.
Verse and savant signs, all breathe in enticement to forgo in erstwhile.
I, planet, a little precept within a rose, fought to watch a struggle of bay trees,
Seeking to up root a hardened asteroid, lied in literal absconding
From a world of children’s sake, we float to Heaven’s Milky Way
Caught in the residue of planetary particles that gravitate to thy galaxy.
Jen absolutely would have loved this poem, it's beautiful! Thanks for sharing it with me.
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