When this page was set up I was into Hour 18 of a 24-hour day.
I cannot remember now, June 6, what had so badly upset me, but I this was a therapeutical enterprise. Confused--I jumped into it not fully comprehending, had even forgotten the title of my own poem! Not comprehending even half... Not sure if Hugh Wyles knew why, but Sir Kindness Himself rescued me. Sort-of.
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Under construction. (Thoughts of Age – Wyleian Sonnet CCLIII; It is a later poem I think) He corrected me, gave the real title, which now I must find again. Still not myself.
Outsider?
#1 with this original set of rhymes,
From one who simply never was the guest
and wonders that such love can still exist,
(and on behalf of all who were not blest,
I likewise send my hope that they persist.)
Too late for me. Without the gift supreme, lest
without the years that hide what tears resist
or hope to find what blind luck might suggest:
such beauty in these words of love. Subsist
in peace, whatever future stands the test
of simple life untrammelled, but to consist
of last vicarious second best;
and smile that other writers had not missed.
No complicating problems them oppressed.
Enjoy the loveliness that is expressed!
Terry Gibson, April 7th.2009
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#2 Tit for Tat Tat-too
which Hugh Wyles sent to me again with this identical set of rhymes!
Thoughts of Age – Wyleian Sonnet CCLIII
I seldom sit at table as a guest
for, of my former friends, few now exist.
Those who remain with good health are not blest
for illness and Time’s ravages persist.
I keep in frequent contact with them lest
they fail degeneration to resist
though I would be the last one to suggest
that through senility they’ll not subsist.
But Age provides for all of us a test
though few foresee of what it may consist.
While some may feel they’ve come off second best,
the luckier ones Fate’s worst may yet have missed.
Although at times by aches and pains oppressed,
my thanks to God for each day are expressed.
Hugh Wyles, April 12th. 2009.
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Mine is #3 AGAIN with the same rhymes, same order!
Inspiring beyond Belief!
Dear Hugh, thank you! I never could have guessed
not only rhymes but order would exist!
I checked! They're perfect! I am truly blest
to have your great expression there persist!
I left my work undone and hurried lest
my later duties of the day resist!
Forgetfulness of age assumes, suggests
such careless loss remaining to subsist.
I spoke of it with younger friend, a test
by listing all the freedoms that consist
of personal autonomy that best
are found alone. The right to BE, but missed
before. Misunderstood, he felt oppressed
by truths Advancing Age alone expressed.
Terry Gibson May 27 2009
Dates?
A tip of the hat to you!
I could not even have thought to do that by myself!
There is yet one more, #4 by Hugh-- same rhymes
Author notes
Absolutely unexpected to find the same rhymes could so differently serve!
What did you think
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u have a great skill of rymeing and a super choice of words very talented and i am now a fan of sonnets lol congrats a grand work of art my friend :
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Spectacular
This is a Remarkable back-and-forth using the same end-line rhyming words! Remarkable!
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Dear Terry,
Your original sonnet was entitled: "Outsider View - Wyleian Sonnet CCL."
If you can keep this pattern, be my guest!
Not many variations can exist
even for those with inspiration blest
to whom these oft'-recurring rhymes persist.
I must desist from repetition lest
my Muses, tiring of this sport, resist
my vain attempt and, angrily, suggest
pursuit of other tasks which yet subsist.
But yet I feel I must complete this test,
regardless if the content should consist
of trivialities, far from the best
that I have written (which you may have missed.)
So, though by Muses constantly oppressed,
these random thoughts of mine are yet expressed.
Applause (again), love and hugs, XXX Hugh.
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Dear King Hugh, Benign Ruler of the Realm, Soul of Kindness!
Thank you, thank you, for setting it straight!
How could anyone forget the name of own poem? you wonder.
I wonder too.
I found the poem in a drafts folder after 3 AM. Didn't even think of looking here.
Why then? An attempt after midnight, to use work to get control. Insomnia followed even so.
Briefly, I hardly could recognize myself. I had blown up earlier, not just lost my cool but blood pressure bouncing along the ceiling, and overreacting. Later, a sense of shame and much regret--it is not easy to deal with anger after a lifetime of denial and keeping anger tightly hidden.
The reaction would not go away. Feeling facial numbness, I was kept under observation by my doctor long enough to know it would not get worse, and was warned to avoid stress. Scary.
I hope I'll sleep tonight.
Tomorrow I will set the page right.
Terrible Terry
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Incomplete: to be edited
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Not only that, but they were all real sonnets!
Ellis, I am so glad that you found these and reminded me.
It takes the cooperation of someone really special to be able to bat them back and forth like a tennis ball!
I recall what had happened, a truly infuriating event, details mercifully lost. I was not in any condition to read anything at that point, but used a sonnet to bring myself under control. Bless him, Hugh sent one back and by the time #4 had been batted back, the disaster had been controlled.
Therapy never was as good as that!
Thank you!
Terry
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