Benjamin Posted December 30, 2010 Share Posted December 30, 2010 (edited) From the darkened corner where she stands; He draws her curves into a gentle sigh And sets her down upon his pulsing thigh. Her slender neck accepts his touching hand Responding, with a resonating tone. For countless times her willing serenade, With eager callused fingertips he's played; To make her whisper, cry and moan. And with crescendos growing ever loud: To replicate the concerts of their days, They rain a passion, on the eager crowd Of voyeurs; who peer up through spot-lit haze Until he stands---with her, limp at his side, Acknowledging a most compliant bride. Edited December 31, 2010 by Benjamin Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted January 2, 2011 Share Posted January 2, 2011 Terrific sonnet, Benjamin. I like how you mixed it up a bit with the rhyme scheme. And the double meanings add tantalizing texture. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted January 2, 2011 Author Share Posted January 2, 2011 (edited) Thanks Tony. This tongue in cheek idea started life as prose and then a 16 line rhyme. I went back to it last week and trimmed it into it's present form. Glad you liked it. :icon_sunny: Edited January 2, 2011 by Benjamin Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lake Posted January 4, 2011 Share Posted January 4, 2011 That's very romantic and sensuous, Benjamin. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted January 4, 2011 Share Posted January 4, 2011 wow spice side of life Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted January 4, 2011 Author Share Posted January 4, 2011 Thanks for reading and leaving comment Lake and Larsen. Love is rather an abstract conundrum in the poem; the object of affection, (his instrument of dreams) a conduit perhaps, to the pedantic addiction of accolade. Benjamin Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goldenlangur Posted January 7, 2011 Share Posted January 7, 2011 Truly Benjamin this is an impressive use of the form. :D I read it right through and felt immersed in the way you use language and images in this sonnet. This is brilliant: For countless times her willing serenade, With eager callused fingertips he's played; Thank you. Quote goldenlangur Even a single enemy is too many and a thousand friends too few - Bhutanese saying. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
badger11 Posted January 7, 2011 Share Posted January 7, 2011 This is so easy to read, so entertaining, such a pleasure to re-read and again. tastefully corrupt badge Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lake Posted January 8, 2011 Share Posted January 8, 2011 tastefully corrupt :) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted January 8, 2011 Author Share Posted January 8, 2011 My thanks goldenlangur and also to Badger for reading and commenting. I assure you both it gave me much corrupt pleasure to write this little ditty. Benjamin. :icon_sunny: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted January 16, 2011 Share Posted January 16, 2011 This is very sensual, Benjamin. Passionate and metaphorically highly expressed poem. Lovely poem. Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted January 18, 2011 Author Share Posted January 18, 2011 My thanks for reading and leaving comment Aleksander I'm pleased you enjoyed the poem. Benjamin Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
moonqueen Posted February 10, 2011 Share Posted February 10, 2011 Benjamin, hi there! The moment I began reading this one, I knew. Being already familiar with your work may have made it easier for me, more quickly, but it was soon evident to me that the real love here is for the instrument. Probably you know better than many how instruments and the music that is hand coaxed from them, may play such an important part in one's life. As always, your words put me just about where I believe you would have me be, with this one. Very nice. t Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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