One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 46. Vedic knowledge

Two marvelously cosmic sonnets! I am particularly impressed with the inner geometry of number 91. It is not merely the parabola that struck me, but also the circularity of so much of this sonnet. When I consider the theme of death and rebirth, which occurs from the first alpha and omega, you drive home love’s undying nature. 

In number 92, I love how you connect ancient knowledge with modern understanding of the cosmos. I loved how you likened sorrow to black holes and gravity sinks. 

 But what strikes me about both of these is how you bring us from the contemplation of the universe and cosmology to framing one’s feelings on a deeply personal level. 

Beautifully done! 

2 hours ago, Parker Owens said:

Two marvelously cosmic sonnets! I am particularly impressed with the inner geometry of number 91. It is not merely the parabola that struck me, but also the circularity of so much of this sonnet. When I consider the theme of death and rebirth, which occurs from the first alpha and omega, you drive home love’s undying nature. 

 

In number 92, I love how you connect ancient knowledge with modern understanding of the cosmos. I loved how you likened sorrow to black holes and gravity sinks. 

 

 But what strikes me about both of these is how you bring us from the contemplation of the universe and cosmology to framing one’s feelings on a deeply personal level. 

 

Beautifully done! 

Thank you for your kind words of support, Parker. Your view of these two poems generally aligns with mine I can accuse myself of being bathetic, but sometimes I can make it work as well, hehe. 

We do not pay attention to it, but life ends and renews itself over and over again. We see it in the seasons, we see it when we cut ourselves, regrown, reborn, renewed. Love is the same. Sometimes it dies like a rose does, but often in long relationships where both parties are invested, it can be reborn after an argument with a soft kiss and touch of the hand.

There is darkness in us just as there is light, and that energy explodes in us just like it does on the sun's surface. That is 91 to me, the renewing, explosive yet harnessed energy within each of us.

Darkness cannot consume the light. Maybe not but it can cover and mask it until you feel you will never see the light again, such is mental illness and overwhelming sadness. 92 speaks to that part of me.  Yet it is often the light of love that pulls me back from the darker places within my own mind.

Both of these sonnets touched me, i felt them more that heard them. They each simmered, pulsing with great energy straining to be freed.

xo thanks AC.

On 7/20/2018 at 3:52 AM, Mikiesboy said:

We do not pay attention to it, but life ends and renews itself over and over again. We see it in the seasons, we see it when we cut ourselves, regrown, reborn, renewed. Love is the same. Sometimes it dies like a rose does, but often in long relationships where both parties are invested, it can be reborn after an argument with a soft kiss and touch of the hand.

 

There is darkness in us just as there is light, and that energy explodes in us just like it does on the sun's surface. That is 91 to me, the renewing, explosive yet harnessed energy within each of us.

 

Darkness cannot consume the light. Maybe not but it can cover and mask it until you feel you will never see the light again, such is mental illness and overwhelming sadness. 92 speaks to that part of me.  Yet it is often the light of love that pulls me back from the darker places within my own mind.

 

Both of these sonnets touched me, i felt them more that heard them. They each simmered, pulsing with great energy straining to be freed.

 

xo thanks AC.

Love your thoughts here. The cyclical nature of love, affection, connection is true, but like the larger picture of what happens on Earth and the universe as a whole, things always come back around the fundamentals. These poems suggest that there is nothing more fundamental than our ability to love, share affection and experience connections. 

Thank you for reading these, Tim. Your sentiments are always warmly welcomed and treasured