One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 30. fused

At first, number 60 had my attention. The notion of being poured and fused from the crucible, forged together, bonded....all sorts of wonderful images played through my mind. Rivers of molten metal came to mind, as if ancient documentary films were conjured by your words. I love how molten sadness can cool into fused joy, and that the chemistry of love can give the new alloy the best properties from each part. Your continued use of the metaphor is wonderful and apt. Number 59 made me read over and over; I liked especially the line I will always let you win because the one thing I fear, that can't be the same. There is some striking ambiguity, and real sorrow I detect here, and it made me want to look more and more carefully at the rest of the poem. It made me think, too, of all the phyrric victories I have won, and all the foolish games I have played. And in the light of these, the final couplet is perfect.

59 is sad in a way. I feel like you are waiting. You love him, but he is a child, playing games as you wait for him to settle down and decide what he wants. 

60 is the story of love .. two become one, but not overnight. There is growth, pain and sloughing.. and if you're lucky you make it through together with a love that even the blind can see. 

wonderful AC xo

Hi AC, as I read the 59, I nearly had the same feelings as tim wrote in his commend. It reads as if someone is waiting for the other one to get to a certain point. Some development everyone has to do on his own and there can be no rushing forward, it needs the time it needs. But for the waiting person it is hard and over all you never know, if the other one reaches the aim, you think his or her path leads.

Nr 60 contains so many pictures, which activate my imagination. It reminds me of an poem from Else Lasker-Schüler "Ein alter Tibetteppich" I don`t know if there exist a translation. 

Beautiful poems. Thanks for sharing.

On Wednesday, March 29, 2017 at 0:46 PM, Parker Owens said:

At first, number 60 had my attention. The notion of being poured and fused from the crucible, forged together, bonded....all sorts of wonderful images played through my mind. Rivers of molten metal came to mind, as if ancient documentary films were conjured by your words. I love how molten sadness can cool into fused joy, and that the chemistry of love can give the new alloy the best properties from each part. Your continued use of the metaphor is wonderful and apt. Number 59 made me read over and over; I liked especially the line I will always let you win because the one thing I fear, that can't be the same. There is some striking ambiguity, and real sorrow I detect here, and it made me want to look more and more carefully at the rest of the poem. It made me think, too, of all the phyrric victories I have won, and all the foolish games I have played. And in the light of these, the final couplet is perfect.

Thank you, Parker, for a great review. The images of No. 60 flashing through your comments are apt and wonderful. It puts me back to the moment I created this work, and why.

As for No. 59, I'm afraid the 60s series of these poems will be a slightly bumpy road, as they say. I don't mean this as warning, but only a preface to mention that by the 70s an equilibrium will be resorted.

As always, your support means a great deal to me.

On Wednesday, March 29, 2017 at 7:42 PM, Mikiesboy said:

59 is sad in a way. I feel like you are waiting. You love him, but he is a child, playing games as you wait for him to settle down and decide what he wants. 

 

60 is the story of love .. two become one, but not overnight. There is growth, pain and sloughing.. and if you're lucky you make it through together with a love that even the blind can see. 

 

wonderful AC xo

Thank you, Tim. I like your observations about No. 59, especially the feeling of waiting. I think you've nailed it.

Your comments on No. 60 are wonderful. Yes, the image of impurities being burned off – but it's potentially not a very nice process.

I appreciate your encouragement and always-present support.

On Wednesday, March 29, 2017 at 8:39 PM, Lyssa said:

Hi AC, as I read the 59, I nearly had the same feelings as tim wrote in his commend. It reads as if someone is waiting for the other one to get to a certain point. Some development everyone has to do on his own and there can be no rushing forward, it needs the time it needs. But for the waiting person it is hard and over all you never know, if the other one reaches the aim, you think his or her path leads.

Nr 60 contains so many pictures, which activate my imagination. It reminds me of an poem from Else Lasker-Schüler "Ein alter Tibetteppich" I don`t know if there exist a translation. 

Beautiful poems. Thanks for sharing.

Beautiful is a wonderful compliment. I really appreciate it, Lyssa.

Your review is beautiful too, and the lead to the Lasker-Schüler poem is very welcomed. Since you mentioned it here I have read a few different translations, and found myself intrigued by the original too. I suppose the poem is about a quite thought gathered while lying on the Tibetan carpet, and just being present fully in the moment. Wonderful.

Thank you.