in memoriam A. A. G. (1923-89)

 

first version 1989

latest version 2023




For a Certain Poet

Poet of craft and swerveless skill,
    Exemplar, teacher, sage:
You do not prize the glib, the shrill,
    Those who are "all the rage."


Calmly you walk through Bedlam, loud
    With voices scorning measure:
You give us songs serene and proud,
    With humour that we treasure.


You work your words with steady zeal
    To curb this world's disorder
Where intimate injuries cannot heal
    And dull hearts shrug at murder.


Angel, survivor, clear as a bell,
    Paint us a picture of glory;
Out of the thorns of an earthly hell,
    Ring us a rose of a story.





Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-01-16 at 08:08

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Sameen
Thanks, man. I appreciate it
2024-01-18


Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Another perfect poem
2024-01-16


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
The stanza and rhyme form is such that I was surprised that it followed a poet BORN in 1923. That such a poet could live contemporaneously with "Leave it to Beaver," is high contrast.

You have done a wonderful job of writing within the confines of the form. Why am I not surprised!?
2024-01-16


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
A like the concept and the structure of this. And wouldn't be who I am if I didn't too appreciate the clever phraseology: The end line is a humdinger.
Blessings, Allen
2024-01-16