Four coins in this particular fountain... Enjoy ! Coincidence II ... Flash Point
One wonders if coincidence can claim,
to substitute itself for Fate, - why pick
THAT flash point splash which lit love’s candle wick
or inflight insight felt, spelt feelings’ flame ?
Are these just fantasies [h]our needs inflame ?
What’s in a memory that seems to stick
to instincts, thoughts, remains through thin and thick,
alters the rules which score more mundane game,
tinting glasses to transform eye’s aim
Present, Past, the same. Here second sight can t[r]ick,
repeat, replay fey meeting ~ double click.
Threading maid man, man maid, from screen to frame
‘imagOnation’s’ writs two wits re[s]t[r]ain
within shared motions no emotions feign.
© Jonathan Robin sonnet written 28 September 1997 and 26 March 2005
Coincidence
Coincidence is seen when into place
life slips its puzzle pieces for a time.
Awareness grows. Beneath another clime -
which still seems hidden - we met face to face.
Can dreams thread unseen signals, interlace
existence past and present, future, climb
consciousness’s barriers to rhyme
light and laughter, bright hereafter trace,
and karmic correspondance interface ?
Unique potential ? Human pantomime,
denies the base that smothers in its slime ~
Eternity awaits shared choice unchased.
‘Chance’ can catalyze twin hearts to grow
together, perfect symbiosis know.
© Jonathan Robin sonnet written 27 April 1989 and 21 October 1996
Coincidence as Catalyst
Coincidence as catalyst
leading into a karmic dance
evolving patterns - ambiance
calls bluff, wins all, masks fall, dismissed.
Consciousness disperses mist,
encouraging, as, at a glance,
fresh vistas thread entente’s advance,
discover no need to resist.
Empathy, by Chance is kissed,
neither through insouciance
nor focus finds renaissance
spurred as joys enhanced minds’ tryst.
Osmosis, ever optimist, -
though ’Know thyself’ - mind fer de lance
incisive, spurning nonchalance,
expands, through ego would persist.
But harmony the egotist
overcomes, and yearns to rise
exploring daily fresh surprise,
emotions Chance’s catalyst.
© Jonathan Robin written 30 June 1995 and 5 October 2005
Cusps Converge
Cusps converge then redivide.
Unsuspected they conceal
Symphonic links Time may reveal
Perchance some day as tune inside
Subtle riddles read. Who’d ride
Concentric ripples round Fate’s wheel,
ON key, in tune with Future’s weal ?
Vain mankind has often tried
Effect and Cause to link, provide
‘Real’ explanations for Life’s spiel –
Gust on Time’s breeze Death, Past, fast seal –
Ephemeral both ebb and tide.
Cusps connected can’t collide,
Unique the rule to school, unreel
Silk threads which, slippery as eel,
Prepare tomorrow far and wide,
Set patterns spinning which abide,
Chaos kept on even keel, …
ONe law – or flaw – none can repeal.
Vision peripheral aside
Each should Cause search and not deride
Response-reaction’s ceaseless meal
Ground by and from Fate too few feel.
Effect ? - Coincidence’s bride !
Still stays writ, fit lock for Time’s sandy wall,
Will, Ways, Wit, knit knock, door, key, rhymes, and all ...
8 March 2005
© Jonathan Robin double acrostic sonnet written 27 April 1989 and 21 October 1996
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
Well, of course you're 'out of mainstream literary trends', my Friend...ya got a whole ocean of your own!!! hehehe 
What's vogue is not necessarily in style, my Friend...your style never goes out of date...LOVED this line of your comment: 'It does however facilitate pluridimensial references without undue cynicism 
' LOL 
Wanda
Or something like that. But your poems sure are thought provoking....and are making me revisit the whole idea of coincidence.
