Tag Archives: Sequence

The Male Form…

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…as seen from my own point of view…

This sequence is posting at present is a celebration of The Male Form.  I believe it is complete as of this date–though one never really knows.  Its mirror image will post some time in the future.  As of this date, I still feel it to be an ongoing work, not having been rounded out, brought to cadence, &c.  There are possibly four more sonnets, give or take, in this distaff sequence.

One of the problems that I encounter with the writing of either sequence is that I can write endlessly on the subject of sensuality.  It is a subject on which I have thought in great detail and one which seems to me to possess an infinite number of facets.

I feel I would like to write more about the nature of such content, but I fear I would be misconstrued regardless.  I may do so at a later date at any case.  If I had more of an active readership, I could better compose such an essay as a reflection of whatever misconceptions crop up in the comment section–particularly in the members of the male sequence.  At this date, there are probably enough comments that it would be fairly easy to do this.  I am sure I would bore anyone to tears waxing infinite on such a subject.

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Follow-Up on Teaching Sonnets | Wanderings in the Labyrinth

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A comment I wrote for a recent post caused me to revisit a few things and write the following comment; which once again, is a far too lengthy one  not to make of it a regular post.

I am at a loss to explain why you eschew iambic pentameter in your form exercise, as you say, “even if the poem makes no sense.” Although “One thing at a time” might be a guess at your answer–which certainly would make a degree of sense. Still the iambic rhythm is most definitely a thing to get ones head around.

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A slight improvement to sequence displays:

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As I have been reviewing the site, I have been renaming my sequence tags to the actual names for the sequences in question.  I shall be moving the sequence links from a menu widget to a links widget.  Which shall give me a different set of options regarding the positioning i.e. the order of such links.

In addition, while I have not yet found a way to reverse the order of sequence posts so that they may read from the top down, I have discovered that inserting links of the form:

https://davidemeron.com/tag/the-rain/#post-3643

will start the reader at the bottom, and therefore at the first entry in the sequence.  This, at least, will allow the reader to scroll upward through the posts in date order–which, after all is the “normal” blogging order:  oldest at the bottom, newest at the top.  And perhaps, this is good enough.

Sonnet II: By My Love’s Sweet Words

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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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Intro 2: My Words, Her Words

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By my love’s sweet words
Am I, once again, inspired.
She bringeth magic!

“By any song thou dost sing, my dearest one.
To heal, to rest, or to fret the tyme away
Only thus, that thou shouldst hold fast
And defy the daylight.”

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Sonnet I: Throughout All Time

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Throughout, within, the night’s surrounding warm,
Distraught of daylight’s merciless advance:
One hand to touch, though trembling, my arm;
One smile’s joy, one smile’s graceful dance;

One kiss sustains, one kiss throughout the night;
One touch through daylight’s cruel and bitter sting;
One tear, upon one cheek, what solace might
It bring, that touch and smile and kiss would sing?

What voice? What dulcet tone, such golden song
Should sing? What arm to lay me down to sleep?
What sweet surround my head to hold? So long
A Night I need–and warm–a bed to keep

Me safe, perhaps, if substance I may bring;
And heal–perhaps, or not–if love I sing.

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

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Sonnet IV: Watchers

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Then in beauty and truth, the believers,
Lo!… Shall behold as you conjurers burn.

Though our innocence used as a weakness,
Still… in the end it has helped us prevail;
Although twisted to apathy’s bleakness,
‘Til… we invited your jealous betrayal.

But the Knights of the Copybook Headings
Show… that our apathy caused you to win;
We will never forget that beheadings,
Though… were the wages of this kind of sin.

That you dogs had your day, none may qualm.  It’s
Sure… but they’ve chased you back into the mire;
So, return to your pestilent vomit,
Or… we will cast you back into the fire.

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