Ode to Charlee Marshalll
Posted: Thu Dec 08, 2011 4:56 am
The first time I read 'November' I was so moved that I wrote the first stanza of this poem.
It rolled from the pen, and was washed with tears. I added to it later. If you haven't read 'November' by Charlee Marshall, I highly recommend you do so. (before reading this, maybe) It would enhance your understanding of why I was so moved.
Ode to Charlee Marshall
(on first reading ‘November’) (elbow)
© Zondrae King (01/11)
Where lies this man, with such a heart
who wrote like this? What was his part
in history’s page. Where does he lie?
For I would sit an hour by
his resting place and hope to feel
his spirit there. Then I would kneel
a moment more and offer up
a prayer that many will remember
the precious words of his ‘November.’
What spirit then inspired him
to write so fair a poem, a Hymn,
a verse that brought me to a tear;
to fill my eyes and wake my fear.
For those few words that I have read
are whirling round inside my head.
How sweet the motif, soft the words
to move the soul inside of me,
in praise of his sweet poetry.
And why, prey tell, did he write so?
Was there a way for him to know
the end was looming very near?
When writing, did he shed a tear?
And was sun warm on his back
or was a cloud of storm so black
it hid the sun, turned day to night?
What made him pen prophetic verses?
A vision or a Gipsy’s curses?
I must seek out a library
and find some other works that he
has penned. How I adore his skill!
For surely there’ll be volumes still
I have not read. The thought indeed!
His words have stirred in me, a need
to quest until I find his books
and read until I reach my fill
of Charlee’s pure poetic skill.
my reference to 'elbow' is the name I have for that muse that strikes and won't let you sit or lie in peace, until it has been written down.
It rolled from the pen, and was washed with tears. I added to it later. If you haven't read 'November' by Charlee Marshall, I highly recommend you do so. (before reading this, maybe) It would enhance your understanding of why I was so moved.
Ode to Charlee Marshall
(on first reading ‘November’) (elbow)
© Zondrae King (01/11)
Where lies this man, with such a heart
who wrote like this? What was his part
in history’s page. Where does he lie?
For I would sit an hour by
his resting place and hope to feel
his spirit there. Then I would kneel
a moment more and offer up
a prayer that many will remember
the precious words of his ‘November.’
What spirit then inspired him
to write so fair a poem, a Hymn,
a verse that brought me to a tear;
to fill my eyes and wake my fear.
For those few words that I have read
are whirling round inside my head.
How sweet the motif, soft the words
to move the soul inside of me,
in praise of his sweet poetry.
And why, prey tell, did he write so?
Was there a way for him to know
the end was looming very near?
When writing, did he shed a tear?
And was sun warm on his back
or was a cloud of storm so black
it hid the sun, turned day to night?
What made him pen prophetic verses?
A vision or a Gipsy’s curses?
I must seek out a library
and find some other works that he
has penned. How I adore his skill!
For surely there’ll be volumes still
I have not read. The thought indeed!
His words have stirred in me, a need
to quest until I find his books
and read until I reach my fill
of Charlee’s pure poetic skill.
my reference to 'elbow' is the name I have for that muse that strikes and won't let you sit or lie in peace, until it has been written down.