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    AC Benus
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  • 04/14/2016
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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 11. The pudge-face God of Love

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Sonnet No. 21

 

That little sadness in you beats like a clock –

Telling the numbers that minutes hours count

In the slowness of misery's tick-tock –

When time stops and waits for sorrows to mount.

But if I could, my hand would wipe the slate

So all that reckoning would mean nothing

And know I would, I shall not hesitate

To offer your heart a little soothing.

Do not be sad, dear young man that I love,

Within our hearts a timeless strain now beats,

One that gives measure to everything above,

And makes quick the dead wherever it meets.

Your sadness cannot keep up with that pace

When Love renews all of our missing grace.

 

 

Sonnet No. 22

 

The pudge-face God of Love may pull his bow,

And finger his darts with a lusty aim,

But it's you who draws tight my shaft below,

To prick me surer than that boy of fame.

For these lines are meant to make you smile,

Although the weather may be oppressive,

If these words on your lips tarry a while,

Then sweeter than chocolate is what you give.

We need a little romance in our life;

A bit of a break just to reconnect –

With paper hearts and bon-bons to kill strife,

For you as my Love, I'll always select.

Though it may be far from Valentine's Day,

Be my summer Valentine, in every way.

 

 

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Parker Owens

I love number 22 for its first line alone! But there is plenty more in it to make my heart beat faster. The first quatrain is infinitely memorable, and worthy of old William himself. The lucky object of this sonnet will get more than chocolates, it seems. How lovely.

 

As much as I love number 22, it's number 21 that I am drawn to most. When time stops and waits for sorrows to mount held me transfixed my own clock ticked on the wall. The final quatrain just proclaims the rightness of your wish. It is your own love and kindness that flood into these words, your own timeless measure that renews us all. Thank you for this wonderful sonnet.

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On 04/15/2016 12:34 PM, Parker Owens said:

I love number 22 for its first line alone! But there is plenty more in it to make my heart beat faster. The first quatrain is infinitely memorable, and worthy of old William himself. The lucky object of this sonnet will get more than chocolates, it seems. How lovely.

 

As much as I love number 22, it's number 21 that I am drawn to most. When time stops and waits for sorrows to mount held me transfixed my own clock ticked on the wall. The final quatrain just proclaims the rightness of your wish. It is your own love and kindness that flood into these words, your own timeless measure that renews us all. Thank you for this wonderful sonnet.

Thank you, Parker. This is a lovely review. On No. 22, yes, a definite start with a nod to Ole Billy Boy. You make me smile to read your thoughts on it.

 

On No. 21, there is a certain school of metaphysical about sorry being denser than time. (Tangent warning…proceed with caution...) One appears in Polynesian myth that the 'mother nature' like figure became so distraught by betrayal that she collapsed in on herself in black hole fashion and inadvertently created the place we think of as hell. Others suggest that poltergeists are elemental spirits born from people's despair and given life to carry that torment on in the world.

 

Anyway, thanks for you support, as always :)

AC Benus
On 04/20/2016 06:34 AM, Mikiesboy said:

AC all your lines make me smile. 21 I like, but 22 is wonderful, my fav of the two. It’s sexy and sweet and a lovely summer Valentines gift.

Thank you for a great review, Tim. I love that the summertime valentines strikes a chord. We do need moments to reconnect with our loved one, and one day a year (Feb. 14th) seems so scanty ;)

 

Thanks again.

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