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    AC Benus
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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 - 32. a winking ordinary

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Sonnet No. 63


You are not a romantic person by nature –

So I guess the fifteenth of this month won't

Mean much to you as a simple creature,

So, I'll be nice, even if my crass reasons don't.

To some, half-a-year goes by in a flash,

A winking routine of ordinary –

Drudgery like a slave under the lash –

But for me, it's been quite the contrary.

Six months of tortured bliss and heavenly

Contact with you and your beautiful life

Has brought me joy and torment orderly –

And passion, to stoke my every strife.

If you remember our anniversary,

There will be no happier man than me.

 

 

Sonnet No. 64


Like dust settling through a sun-streaked space,

There is a quiet anticipation

Every time from air I conjure your face

To float before me in rapt flirtation.

Sometimes I think there's nothing like a book

To keep pressed a memorial long dead;

That every eye resurrects with a look

What's gone, but worthy enough to be said.

And so your visage comes quite unbidden

To glide and haunt me in my empty room,

But Love to us will not be forbidden

Though our memory will be consigned to doom.

You are every leaf of my book falling,

And your image fills my deepest calling.

 

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Parker Owens

Numbers 63 and 64, like  before and after pictures, portray love in two different time periods in our lives. I am struck by the imagery of torque and torture and stress found in number 63. But it is number 64 with its deep melancholy - melancholy without bitterness - which sings such a captivating song to my heart. Both of these are wonderful, but number 64 is certainly both beautiful and memorable. 

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Mikiesboy

Oh AC both of these are beautiful. Both are filled with emotion and love. 63 is sad, you know this person loves you, yet you know him, and expect nothing, but are hoping all the same that the anniversay will mean enough to be remembered.  

 

64  feels to me that you are haunted by this person like he's passed on, but he hasn't, but he's not there either. And you wander through the room looking for anything from him, a sign, a written page. But he's not there, and never has been. 

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On 6/27/2017 at 11:14 AM, phoenix_0826 said:

There is something so haunting and bittersweet about Number 64. It seems like a memory of a past love where the moments of joy are tinged with the reminders of the unpleasant parting. Something you want to remember fondly, but just can't.

Thank you, phoenix. Many people have mentioned No. 64, and your comments here are really beautiful. 

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On 6/27/2017 at 1:56 PM, Parker Owens said:

Numbers 63 and 64, like  before and after pictures, portray love in two different time periods in our lives. I am struck by the imagery of torque and torture and stress found in number 63. But it is number 64 with its deep melancholy - melancholy without bitterness - which sings such a captivating song to my heart. Both of these are wonderful, but number 64 is certainly both beautiful and memorable. 

Thank you, Parker. I may start sounding like a broken record, but I am pretty much unprepared for the reactions to these two Sonnets. I can't let my version of what I think my intentions were to be more important that readers' experience with them. Your remarks are beautiful and I appreciate how these poems touched you and others. Thanks again. 

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On 6/27/2017 at 2:10 PM, Lyssa said:

63 is so sweet, written in the sound of fresh love. 64 Is a poem I have to think more about. Both are great. It would be nice to have a rose-garden with ambulatory to discuss poetry and philosophy, my poet brother.

Oh, Lyssa! What a wonderful image to have you and I strolling a July garden discussing poems and all the sweet pleasure of life. Thank you for leaving these comments, and for reading my poetry. Kisses, sister 

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On 6/27/2017 at 5:30 PM, MacGreg said:

Both poems reach inside and poke at the heart. You're always good at relaying the emotions of relationships, AC,  both fresh and past connections. I love the reference to pressing memories in a book in Sonnet No. 64. This line is particularly moving:  You are every leaf of my book falling...

 

 

Thank you, Mac. Most of these poems were written in very close oder, so to hear that they reach out to others and speak to them is awesome feedback. Thanks for your comments here, particularly the one concerning pressing memories in a book. 

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On 6/27/2017 at 7:52 PM, MichaelS36 said:

AC both of these are full of love. The first you are afraid your lover will forget and let you down. ..preparing for the disappointment. The second makes me feel sad and longing...but it's hard to define. .I'm with Lyssa. .more time needed.

Thank you, Mike. You are right about No. 63 and me being afraid. I'll say though it was more my insecurity than anything causing the anxiety, and although it's not easy to admit because it reflects badly on me, it's true. An upcoming Sonnet will confirm that Tony did not forget the day.... Thanks again for reading these and leaving me comments; I appreciate it a great deal.  

 

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On 6/28/2017 at 3:00 AM, Mikiesboy said:

Oh AC both of these are beautiful. Both are filled with emotion and love. 63 is sad, you know this person loves you, yet you know him, and expect nothing, but are hoping all the same that the anniversay will mean enough to be remembered.  

 

64  feels to me that you are haunted by this person like he's passed on, but he hasn't, but he's not there either. And you wander through the room looking for anything from him, a sign, a written page. But he's not there, and never has been. 

Thank you, Tim. No. 63 was one of those things I had to get out. As you are a poet too - like many of us :) - you know what I mean. My preparation for a letdown was unfounded though, as one upcoming Sonnet will reveal. 

 

No. 64.... well, people have stated quite a reaction to it... Your interpretation is beautiful, and I appreciate you sharing it. Thanks again 

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