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Occasional Poetry - 55. Two November Sonnets

em>Two sonnets, written in grey times, posted in a grey month. All the errors contained there in are mine.
Last Exhibit
 
Foregathered here around a silent flame
a lonely taper lights the crowded room,
that chamber where nobility once came
to sport or dance, dispelling winter's gloom.
 
Let deep and meditative quiet fall
in contemplation that your hands are still,
and travel now beyond the farthest wall,
and we have not your wisdom or your skill.
 
But as an inner spirit guides, some rise
to speak your care, or love, or counsel kind;
a tapestry of life before our eyes
unfolds, a masterpiece revealed, and signed
in courage, which your quiet won't disguise;
it bears the lasting imprint of your mind.
 
 
Melody
 
Now sing an old forgotten song today,
a tune of faded, grey, abandoned dreams,
those lands of long ago and far away,
where everything is possible, it seems.
 
I bid you raise your voice in music, all,
that we might celebrate the love we shared
before another master held us thrall
to chemistry and therapy unspared.
 
Such melancholy airs have strength to wake
the embers of a heart grown dark and cold,
and blaze anew with fervor none can slake
nor douse until the sun is tired and old.
 
So every note of every hymn imbue
the starry heav'ns with all my love for you.
 
em>Feel free to leave a review. I appreciate any and all comments.
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AC Benus

Like sipping fine cognac!

 

I know I sound repetitive, but I'm am still in awe at how fast you've progressed with this form. It seems less than a year ago I was asking you to please be conscious of flow, and now look at you go! One sentence smoothly wrought over four lines, like a pro.

 

The flame-light poem is beautiful and amazing. It speaks to the nature of art itself, and warms me on this rather chilly day.

 

"Melody" is a bit lachrymose, I think. But even the act of celebrating is a way to commemorate and honor, and like the first poem, bring something grand back to life.

 

A lovely and penetrating pair for November. Well done.

Parker Owens
On 11/23/2016 04:21 AM, AC Benus said:

Like sipping fine cognac!

 

I know I sound repetitive, but I'm am still in awe at how fast you've progressed with this form. It seems less than a year ago I was asking you to please be conscious of flow, and now look at you go! One sentence smoothly wrought over four lines, like a pro.

 

The flame-light poem is beautiful and amazing. It speaks to the nature of art itself, and warms me on this rather chilly day.

 

"Melody" is a bit lachrymose, I think. But even the act of celebrating is a way to commemorate and honor, and like the first poem, bring something grand back to life.

 

A lovely and penetrating pair for November. Well done.

Does this mean my initials become VSOP (Very Silly Old Poet)? Thank you for your encouragement , both now and in the past. Both these poems were composed in response to memorials I attended this year; 'Melody' tried to catch some of the real tears and hurt, and so perhaps being lachrymose is right for that instance, but not outside it. I liked Last Exhibit better, also. I am glad it warms on a chill day; the actual event was on a cool and rainy day, too. Thank you for responding to these!

Parker Owens
On 11/23/2016 07:19 AM, Defiance19 said:

Both very good Parker.. The first felt melancholy yes, but Melody brought a lift so to speak.. I enjoyed reading them both.

I am glad you liked them both. Both we're written as reactions to memorials I had to attend, and I wanted to capture both the sadness and the joy of recollection I experienced at each one. Thanks for your response!

Parker Owens
On 11/24/2016 11:00 PM, dughlas said:

What might I say that does justice to these words? Others can note the subtlety of form, the progression of you skill. Me, I'm awestruck ...

Thank you, Dugh. Thank you so much for taking time to read these and respond to them. These helped me remember, and smile through difficulties. If you found them moving, too, then perhaps they hit the mark. Many thanks, and peace...

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