One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 24. diluted

I am amazed at number 47; it speaks volumes of wisdom. The very first quatrain asserts a very great truth, both practical and spiritual: that the highest form of concentration comes in relaxation. You then brilliantly juxtapose the serene and the restless, starlight and crashing waves, all images of our lives and thoughts. And then the pivot, so adroitly done to make it all real...open arms to catch the miracle. The final couplet says this so clearly, and makes me ache to read it.

Number 48 starts off like a Hindemith quartet, 'Delta waves are spiky and aggressive, the length to do business in...' That image was arresting in itself. The poet looks forward to a different wave, a wave closer to god, to the ecstatic. But the pivot takes us back to the world of not-yet and bye-and-bye. Back to deltas and their business, regardless of how close we come to what we want in our dreams.

I hardly need to say how much I admire these and apparent ease with which you conjure memory and image. But I must, and I further urge you to accept my thanks for sharing these wonderful parts of yourself.

Okay, here I wanted to say most, but I can't say it better than Parker and no words from me other than to agree with him. Such a warm feeling spread in my heart as I read those. They were such a lovely poems. Thanks so much for sharing with us.

~Emi.

On 10/15/2016 03:52 AM, Parker Owens said:

I am amazed at number 47; it speaks volumes of wisdom. The very first quatrain asserts a very great truth, both practical and spiritual: that the highest form of concentration comes in relaxation. You then brilliantly juxtapose the serene and the restless, starlight and crashing waves, all images of our lives and thoughts. And then the pivot, so adroitly done to make it all real...open arms to catch the miracle. The final couplet says this so clearly, and makes me ache to read it.

 

Number 48 starts off like a Hindemith quartet, 'Delta waves are spiky and aggressive, the length to do business in...' That image was arresting in itself. The poet looks forward to a different wave, a wave closer to god, to the ecstatic. But the pivot takes us back to the world of not-yet and bye-and-bye. Back to deltas and their business, regardless of how close we come to what we want in our dreams.

 

I hardly need to say how much I admire these and apparent ease with which you conjure memory and image. But I must, and I further urge you to accept my thanks for sharing these wonderful parts of yourself.

I wish I could tell you their name, but there is a local painter who does heroic-scale portraits of regular people. Of say, a barmaid, behind her counter, but the artist imbues such beauty in the mundane, and always shows his subjects as he sees them – with large, stunningly beautiful haloes behind their heads.

When I think about meditation I'm more prone to conceive of it occurring during regular activity. Blessed insight/connection can come to us when the thinking part of our brains is otherwise engaged, I feel.

Your amazing review reminds me of that, and I thank you, dear friend for it.

On 10/15/2016 05:00 AM, Emi GS said:

Okay, here I wanted to say most, but I can't say it better than Parker and no words from me other than to agree with him. Such a warm feeling spread in my heart as I read those. They were such a lovely poems. Thanks so much for sharing with us.

 

~Emi.

Thank you, Emi, from the bottom of my heart. Saying you experienced a warm feeling while reading these two Sonnets is a wonderful – I'd say, perfect – compliment. It's what was intended, so yay for me as Poet!

Thanks again, my friend.

AC your poetry is like a wall height cabinet, full of secret panels and drawers and often to discover what's behind each place, you first have to find another secret. Each place is beautiful and you long to stay, but you find you must move on to discover more.
Your poems are a joy to read.

On 10/16/2016 02:23 AM, Mikiesboy said:

AC your poetry is like a wall height cabinet, full of secret panels and drawers and often to discover what's behind each place, you first have to find another secret. Each place is beautiful and you long to stay, but you find you must move on to discover more.

Your poems are a joy to read.

Thank you, Tim! It's a lovely image to have my verse compared to multi-drawered cabinet. Perhaps it changes too - at one time an elaborate cabinet de curiosités, and at others, a plain Chinese apothecary chest were some bitter herbs greet the visitor's nose.

Thanks for an awesome review