Looking For My Rhyme

Every Thought Is A Prayer

Week 8: A Crown Of Sonnets

This is my crown of sonnets, seven poems connected by their last and first lines, with Mathematics intertwined.  To keep it all together there is no moleskin memoir this week.

02/19:

Poetry Precedes The Poem

There was a song before this song
was sung. There was a rhyme
Before these words were ever heard.
There was a place and time
Before we found our here and now,
And there was poetry
Before we wrote our poem down.

Poetry precedes the poem, as
Creation beats within a mother’s heart
Before her child is born, as from the start
What is or is about to happen has
Forever been. Behold the poem of
A rising sun or of the world that turns
Towards its fire. Behold the fire that burns
In lovers long before they fall in love.
Behold the love. Behold the long before
And look for more. Look for the energy
Of dreamers who once flickered in the dark
Like pilots to the dawn. Keep looking for
The spirit pre-igniting every spark
Of love, of mine for you and yours for me.

02/20:

Of Love

Once one is one and only one: 
the perfect unity...

Of love, of mine for you and yours for me,
Of late I haven’t had too much to say
But I’ve been thinking lately, night and day,
Of how we fell in love; of the unity
Of falling; of the feeling constantly
Of love’s simplicity, once one is one;
Of our conviction, once we had begun;
And of our hope for continuity.
We found the lesson of a braided cord
And tied the hasta milip to our vows;
We bought the most expensive diamondry
That we and all our credit could afford,
And with a single mind did we espouse
This long traditioned bond, this poetry.

02/21:

Enchanted By The Music

There was a song before this song was sung...

This long traditioned bond, this poetry
Precedes us like the crown precedes the king
Who nods to everyone and everything
Before him. Higher than all royalty,
Positioned at the birth of history,
Before humanity began to sing
Of country and of social structuring,
God’s angels sang to us the poetry
Of lovers. Thus creation was for us
Created, as we’ve been, will ever be
Enchanted by the music of our making,
And thus we ever shall, indeed we must,
Sustain our beating hearts beyond the breaking
Rules of individuality.


02/22:

Rules Of Individuality

One unexpressed, no more, no less 
than one, will always be itself...

Rules of individuality:

 1. One marches to the rhythm of one’s heart.
 2. One strikes out on one’s own without regard
     for anything another has to say.
 3. One finds one’s way. In time one will get by
     without the other, and in time the hurt
     will turn to numbness even as the heart
     grows cold and indifferent. Inevitably
 4. One beats a drum that’s distant and devoid
     of poetry, and then eventually
     the beating stops. Another heart is broken.

These are the rules that keep the self-employed
Indentured to themselves, sounding the token
Cadence of one who dreams of breaking free.

02/23:

Cadence Of One

One added to one more is two, a plain duality...

The cadence of one who dreams of breaking free,
Stringing her notes together to complete
The measures of her heart’s determined beat
Of human bonding, singing that she may be
Heard by another heart’s humanity,
Echoes across the lonely marching field.

The cadence of one with passions unrevealed,
Finding the mystic chords of memory
Deep in his soldier’s soul so long concealed
And camouflaged, singing that he may be
More than one sounding off and keeping time,
Echoes across the lonely marching field,

Each lonely heartbeat, looking for its rhyme
Across resounding fields of poetry....

02/24:

Echoes

Y yo transmitiré... los ecos estrellados de la ola...

  “Across resounding fields of poetry
  I call your name. Across resounding fields
  I will declare the love I have for you.
  I will pronounce this love to all the world
  And I will hear your name return to me.”

  “Across resounding fields of poetry
  I will pronounce this love to all the world.
  I will declare the love I have for you.
  I call your name across resounding fields
  And I will hear your name return to me.”

  “My love, you are the reason I can sing
  At all; you are the song within my heart;
  You are the beat by which I am alive
  and every rhythm in my living soul.”

  "My love, you are the reason I can sing;
  You are the beat by which I am alive
  At all; you are the song within my heart
  And every rhythm in my living soul...”

  “My love, you are the reason I can sing...”
  “Across resounding fields of poetry...”
  “...At all; you are the song within my heart,...”
  “...The love I will pronounce to all the world;..”
  “...You are the beat by which I am alive,...”
  “...I call your name across resounding fields,...”
  “...That I would hear your name return to me...”
  “...With every rhythm in my living soul.”

02/25:

Every Rhythm

One from itself is none, the self defying gravity...

Every rhythm in my living soul,
Ever since I first became aware
Of rhythm resonating in the air
Around me, beats the passions that I feel
For you, and I am moved beyond control.

Everything I sing the wind will carry,
Every rhythm resonates to where
You are, and I begin to feel your soul
In harmony with mine, as from the start,

As all that is about to happen has
Forever been: two lovers meet in time
And find they share a purpose, find their hearts
In synchronicity and find their rhyme,
As poetry precedes the poem, as....

  There was a song before this song
  Was sung. There was a rhyme
  Before these words were ever heard.
  There was a place and time
  Before we found our here and now,
  And there was poetry
  Before we wrote our poem down.