Open To Interpretation
Lesson
It's true enough, I patronize, you say,
And frankly tell me my bookish lectures
Before you seated make you want away.
What else would you expect from your fixtures?
I'm 'dull and boring' I'm left with holding,
Looking out over a long empty room,
Not accepting, this so undeserving.
You're a dolt with a tilt, a pan with broom.
You reach for me like some wounded lost thing
That you startled back into its burrow
Awaiting doom from your swift sharp sting.
Yes, you made concern her forehead furrow.
Fug head, you lost and haven't seen her since.
Not so, I see her again with each wince.
DolphinWords
Notes:I...I dunno about that one...almost like a post up note on the refrigerator not to forget milk...and one shouldn't forget Alfred Lord Tennyson...I did...and confused him with Lord Byron, which I've always skipped over...and looking up Alfred I expected to see Byron, and no, Alfred wrote the Charge of the Light Brigade, which I memorized in grammar school, and where I likely acquired my knack for onomatopoeia, alliteration, and assonance, and all, along with Edgar Allen Poe!...some poets leave their 'voice' in your head...have thought to make a horror story about that!...the Poetry Foundation's take has a really glowing biography, and after going through it, wondering why Tennyson isn't mentioned much, re- read the Light Brigade, and some of the shorter poems, like Break Break Break, and one that looks to be needed to read by someone with a lisp...maybe that was deliberate!, and concluded Tennyson is forgotten because he's forgettable, like all the contest poets that write poems on some theme the contest directors propose...Tennyson did that when in college, and won, which kind of set him on his way...and it was a long and circuitous way...but he figuratively kept winning contests, and became very successful...he earned his chops...so I delved a bit deeper, and read some of the Idylls of the King, and came to the thought that Tennyson shouldn't be forgotten!...I know my Black Deck Tales need some kind of ornamentation, and the Idylls is a marvel of ornamentation!...I find myself reading it, and thinking, 'oh, there's this and that I have, but not that and this, oh, I'll borrow!'...brb...
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there's much to read in Tennyson...a report when I come up for air!
:)
DavidDavid
DolphinWords
Notes:I...I dunno about that one...almost like a post up note on the refrigerator not to forget milk...and one shouldn't forget Alfred Lord Tennyson...I did...and confused him with Lord Byron, which I've always skipped over...and looking up Alfred I expected to see Byron, and no, Alfred wrote the Charge of the Light Brigade, which I memorized in grammar school, and where I likely acquired my knack for onomatopoeia, alliteration, and assonance, and all, along with Edgar Allen Poe!...some poets leave their 'voice' in your head...have thought to make a horror story about that!...the Poetry Foundation's take has a really glowing biography, and after going through it, wondering why Tennyson isn't mentioned much, re- read the Light Brigade, and some of the shorter poems, like Break Break Break, and one that looks to be needed to read by someone with a lisp...maybe that was deliberate!, and concluded Tennyson is forgotten because he's forgettable, like all the contest poets that write poems on some theme the contest directors propose...Tennyson did that when in college, and won, which kind of set him on his way...and it was a long and circuitous way...but he figuratively kept winning contests, and became very successful...he earned his chops...so I delved a bit deeper, and read some of the Idylls of the King, and came to the thought that Tennyson shouldn't be forgotten!...I know my Black Deck Tales need some kind of ornamentation, and the Idylls is a marvel of ornamentation!...I find myself reading it, and thinking, 'oh, there's this and that I have, but not that and this, oh, I'll borrow!'...brb...
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Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood
Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round,
At Camelot, high above the yellowing woods,
Danced like a wither'd leaf before the hall.
And toward him from the hall, with harp in hand,
And from the crown thereof a carcanet
Of ruby swaying to and fro, the prize
Of Tristram in the jousts of yesterday,
Came Tristram, saying, "Why skip ye so, Sir Fool?"
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there's much to read in Tennyson...a report when I come up for air!
:)
DavidDavid
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