Ode On A Pedestal Poem by Titus Llewellyn

1.


THOU hast submitted faith to commonplace,
and either way the routine life shows least,
unsure endeavours whom it canst replace
how wantonsome had deepest sleep increased:
What curse hast deep encouraged this restraint? 5
whence deities hast legend the Greek urns,
mortals dwell residing them oratory
this modern form of relic time adjourns
to engage arts inner exploratory
draws nebulous limits from translation. 10


2.


Sweet supernals are felt, for mere rewards
as touchless; though more frequently to flaunt
than consummate bad feeling held inwards
to pedestal immortal by this taunt:
Salve breeze, ripple the edge, to oust free will 15
hast breadth forever in that breeze before;
for cover, would it tether, canst hide whole,
nor escape if for thine fault - soul to spill;
Should upon that wish, whom inherits stole
and out it 'twas from which all parts would pour 20


3.

Origin hast been bought for Greek urn myths
assume hast merely tokened them an age;
whence having stood for time in endless drifts
explaining Grecian art their youthful stage
Hast cursed deep down encouraged and it paints! 25
more epics strive! For mighty more indeed,
This thingy has been weighted down by dense
forboding terms expressing epos taints
the brutes breed war where chivalrys' exceed,
what former glories hides djinni's thence? 30


4.

Methinks to question timeless shalt resort,
unanswered until spoken words suffice
their silence drawn towards it highly aught
with hugeness still immerging from that price.
How value soothes the soul for desolate, 35
when empty urns have stood for those restored
and use is still unknown yet we create,
Djinnis' for our own self seeking hoard;
O pleasant shape of art, please come aboard
for ignorance, our pastures strive sedate. 40


5.


Than this, be said refrain, to whom thou say’st,
has leant against the kilnship of placate
it harbours the release from self embrace;
with nurture far exceeding part mutate!
This state is fair adapted pleasings trade, 45
and brief sensations flow from beautys whom,
would permeate the half baked pots inlaid
thence 'twas, the said affair a vibrant tomb?
'Spirit adhere, adhere to it' - to parade
the umbilical nature of the womb. 50