I Stand In Awe…

I stand in awe…

Once again my beloved has taken my simple words and used them to make a beautiful sonnet.  We often sit and talk of how my childhood saturation in the humanities spurred him to study poetry to understand my world. Now the shoe is on the other neuron and my illness has affected my brain to the extent that, while I appreciate his poetry, I am unable to critically address his work and discuss the various delights of rhyme scheme and sonnet form. This grieves me terribly. This  would be a much worse burden but for the modern wonder of the internet where he has people from all over the world to share the nuts and bolts of poetry creation with. From a copper merchant traveling the world to a physicist in Sweden, there are people finding time to make poetry and share it with each other. This eases my soul – for somehow I can’t help but feel a touch of sorrow and a hint of guilt that I am unable keep up.

On the other hand, I do get away with having Mad Punctuation Disease so I get to use punctuation in any ol’ way I want and no one can say anything. Hah@!!
I also don’t have to do dishes when I’m tired.

David Emeron: Sonnets

By any song, in night, that dost thou sing,
If with thy lips shalt sing, my dearest one;
Or make to sing my soul, thy touch doth bring;
Or strong thine arms surroundeth, sing my heart.

And when doth sing thy smile, to heal, to rest;
And sing to fret the tyme away, undone
By song; yet still the finer am I blest
By music, by thy words, and by thine art.

But only thus, thy song shouldst bid me sleep–
Thy song, my shelter, sweep away the sun,
I beg of thee thy promised song, and weep
That shouldst thou hold mee fast, and ne’r us part

Until thy quiet fight–when hast thou won–
Requite the day, that thou expressed:  Depart!

This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:

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6 Responses to I Stand In Awe…

  1. David Emeron says:

    My dearest, you are far more than an inspiration or a (mere) muse. Every day I learn from you those things of which you speak. You know far more than I regarding all of this–this word of letters Still you make more connections between all these things than any other I have met, or about which I have read. The way in which you put your thoughts together has always been an inspiration to me, but far more. You teach me every day. Forget, or should I say, disconnect, as you may, your ideas and knowledge are far more connected, and in many more ways, and to a greater degree than are those of any I know–Even when compared to our favorite resident mathematician!!! Whose head is packed to overflowing with “chaffiness.” Still there is nothing so wonderful as mind such as yours. You–your mind–has literally marinated in all such knowledge from nearly your fist day on the Earth. I believe you will be ever thus.

    Do you not remember how you connected Jake and Nathan? I never could have done this–never could have conceived it–were it not for you unique insight, and all the ways in which you make connections. Although I know that you deal every day so gracefully with such challenges, I also know–and have always believed–that your mind, just as it is–is the best that I have encountered. Indeed there are connections you can make–and do make–that no one else can. These are such as never before, have I seen.

    Perhaps, I’m being impertinent–or overly forward –in my assessment; but I feel quite confident that the best way to describe your mind–or perhaps, I mean your brain, in this case–as “Brain Plus,” for certainly there is little minus I see.

    You tire, true; you may forget an appointment; or a recipe–and even there, when you refresh your memory, usually there is added a stroke of brilliance–but what, in my mind, you have always had, was what used to be called “method.” which means quite more than it appears. And in adddtion, that “method” of which I write, when combined with the way in which you do, indeed, make such fascinating connections, produces such brilliance–such wonder, as I have never seen its equal. It has shaped my entire life.

    Challenges, you may have, but you are also blessed. And I am the more blessed for knowing you.

  2. David Emeron says:

    Reblogged this on David Emeron: Reflections upon Reflections and commented:
    I wish I could convey all this, and more, and feel I am hardly adequate to do so.

  3. I hardly know what to say, my dearest. You are generous far beyond expressions reach and I am humbled. Thank you. If I handle it gracefully it is because you have the same odd sense of humor as I. It makes the weirder hurdles objects of derision or phases to watch with gentle humor. Bless you for that.

    You have showered me with music, poetry, and all the gentle arts of love. I dwell in richness and because of these gifts you bring I will never need truly fear losing the world I love. You make it anew for me every day.

  4. ~Lady Day says:

    Such a love as this…
    That floats above life
    The trials
    The jagged blades of knife…
    Does touch…
    so very deep, the soul.
    That together
    You’ve been made perfectly,
    Whole,

...thus do we refute entropy.

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