Long delayed recognition for Friend Tate

poem in rhyming quatrains

Recognition long delayed.

 

The words you write will outlast you.

Your thoughts preserved in black and white.

 A century or maybe two

 will pass before they come to light.

 

Some scholar who is studying

minor poets of the past.

Might well end up discovering.

Your poetry was meant to last.

 

The words you chose so carefully

are still applicable today.

Fame comes to you posthumously

 long after you have passed away.

 

At last you get the fame you sought.

Denied whilst you were still alive.

Because some eager student thought

to search a little used archive. 

 

And wise enough to recognise

He had discovered quality

Which might well help him gain the prize

 which he pursues his P.H.D.

 

Now rescued from obscurity.

The words you wrote so long ago

Are studied academically.

Though sadly you will never know..

 

The student has achieved his aim

He gained his coveted degree.

In doing so he brought you fame

Albeit unintentionally.

 

The words you write will outlast you.

An unintended legacy.

To poets who will follow you

Donated to posterity.

 

Friday, 12 November 2010 http:// blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers

Reviews

[Rikkevi Rue]

BRAVO! too few consider the future, and too few recognize their place in the past...but maybe the student lived before and in searching finds himself, a thought few would entertain! All speculations aside, your write rhymes well and has that sweet melody of allure and humor. I was carried along willingly and paused several times to contemplate...who knows maybe one will be the next Emily D.

[Tate Morgan]

Ivor I don't quite know what to say.I suppose you might be right about how long it will be before anyone knows my name lol. I hope on that day my descendants look back proud of the things I wanted for them.It is a humbling thing to be written about so.I thank you from the depths of this soul.And say we all wish to be remembered.I hope I build a memory of stone that will pass generation to generation.From father to son to grandchild.Relaying the depths of my love and human experience to they who will follow.They are the future they are the ones who will need the love from the past. What do we truly have other than the common shared identity from the 40000 consecutive generations that came before us?To all my children "s children I would love for them to be happy.
Tate

[Helen Crutchett]

Interesting thoughts Ivor. Good one!