Book Review: Groans From Old Bones by William F.E. Morley (1920 – ) The Society September 25, 2017 Essays, Poetry, Reviews 4 Comments Click here to download the entire book as a pdf file. By Leonard Dabydeen In the fraternity of poetic minds we can luxuriate joyously on the richness of old age, or on becoming old but fresh as sunshine in its glory across expansive horizons. Polish poet Stanislaw Jerzy Lec said, “Youth is the gift of nature, but age is a work of art.” Edmund Waller (1606-1687), an English poet who was thought of arguably as a pioneer of the classical couplet in English verse, reflected in this poem, “Old Age,” The seas are quiet when the winds give o’er; So calm are we when passions are no more. For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. In this fraternity of poetic minds, it is fitting for us to peruse the 45 poems in the book, Groans From Old Bones by nonagenarian author, William F.E. Morley. In Bill’s own words, this book is simply “some versification”. But simplicity aside, the author’s thought process is full of clarity and lucidity spanning only a short period of time, between 2014-2015. At age 90+, Bill’s poetry collection is phenomenal. In Barbara E. Kelly’s Note as Editor, this book is “for your enjoyment.” Unequivocally in the Prologue, Bill delightfully sets the mind of the reader, or a poetry enthusiast, to pulsate with intent to flip the pages, poem after poem, Tales of old Of Yesteryear Herewith retold To please your ear. If you can cope, As I surely hope, My heart with joy will cheer (10 October, 2014) The author resoundingly portrays the vicissitudes and lightheartedness of old age in this poem, “Trials and Tribulations of the Aged”: Trials I have and quite a few Then there’s tribulations too. From the moment I awake, All my muscles start to shake. Then a shiver, down my spine, And my stomach starts to whine. Try to stand, fall back on bed, The nurse comes in, thinks I’m dead. Gives a shriek, falls in a faint, I fan her just to show I ain’t (November 2015) Absolutely, Bill brings spontaneous laughter in gathering of the vagaries of old age. But what is significant to note is that each of the first nine lines in this poem has a syllabic count of seven. And the aabb couplet rhyme scheme sets the tone and rhythm of poems throughout the book. There is a splurge of fun, frolic and twists of Romanticism and some feeling of sadness, composted with pleasure when reading this collection of versification. In the reader’s reckoning there will be onomatopoeias and iambic meters that will foster Hallmark treasures for choices of poems. The images are surreal and amazingly interesting. The poet’s son, Leslie H. Morley, said the book is just “a notch short of Byron.” But considering the traumatic and debauched tidal waves that furrowed Byron into an emotional spurt of writing poetry, I think Bill’s small book of poetry as a nonagenarian, certainly can be called at least “a short notch of Byron.” The poems are short, but as Shakespeare said “brevity is the soul of wit.” The rhyme and rhythm in each poem, line by line, stanza by stanza, couplets and sonnets rich in imagery, let the reader sways in musical entertainment. Reading one poem in the book urges you to read the next. Let us look at his poem “Paradise!”: Wherever there is sunshine That’s where I’d like to be, Especially if the sun shines On sand and tall palm tree. (31 August, 2015) Then Bill turns around with a sober tone in “A Promise Sought”: Though the way be long And the roads so steep, I can never forget The promise I must keep. And promise to keep I will, No matter how long, and steep the hill. (26 July, 2015) Bill’s groans in this book echo sincerely with sinews and travesty of war. An Englishman with a die-hard Canadian spirit, he lived through the Second World War (1939-1945). He made no bones about his faith in the military in this poem, “An Epic of War” I was sent to Canada, An allied friendly shore, There in peace to learn to fight In Britain’s gallant war. [First stanza] The last was in old Kingston, River Thames ran past my door; Sister Kingston in the New World, Dwells on Ontario’s shore. [Last stanza] (20 November, 2015) Leslie Morley wrote of his Dad, William Felix Edmund Morley (Bill), born 1920 – that he was a librarian at Queen’s University. Bill was responsible for “looking after the old books there until he retired at age 65”. For a few decades, Bill did extensive research and reading with an insatiable focus on Canadian history, a splash of poetry, critiques of writers – producing over forty publications of mainly bibliographical works. His poetry shines a light upon the inner purity of such a keeper of those overlooked but necessary facts that footnote our lives. Leonard Dabydeen is a writer whose publications include Watching You, A Collection of Tetractys Poems, Xlibris Publications (2012); Searching for You, A Collection of Tetractys and Fibonaci Poems, Xlibris Publicatins (2015). Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 4 Responses Leonard Dabydeen September 25, 2017 Author William F.E. Morely celebrates his 97th birthday today, September 25, 2017. Grand felicitations, Bill! Reply Leonard Dabydeen September 27, 2017 Special “Thank You” to Editor, Evan Mantyk and the TS Editorial Team for making this book review publication possible. Reply Leonard Dabydeen September 27, 2017 For Bill at 97 (Celebrating his Birthday) This rejoice overwhelming, surely mine As I think of him like sparkle sunshine Always looking forward with a wry smile Enjoying another day for a while. Sometimes he would appear to be busy, To look at him smiling, makes you happy; What is he looking for is a secret His mind furtively holds with certain wit. Those who look at him will often ponder What is he thinking of, and then wonder- At his age there is little surprise left To show this world with much bereft. So glad to see him without much ado About our world we know to be so true. Reply Leonard Dabydeen March 4, 2018 A TRIBUTE TO A FRIEND: WILLIAM F.E. MORLEY (September 25, 1920 – December 19, 2017) Author: GROANS FROM OLD BONES (2016) William F.E. Morley Just When … You were in Heaven on Planet Earth You were the master of your fate. The captain of your soul. In times of joys and happiness. Sorrows and disappointments. There is only one footprint in the sand. It is He who watches over you. It is He who takes you to the open door. Here we bid you farewell. Miss you, Bill. ~ Leonard Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.