Who are you? Are you real or just a game
That haunts my waking night and sleepless day?
Your mesmerising face, without a name,
Floats in my mind and will not go away.
To say that I’m obsessed is partly true.
You captivate my mind and soul entire.
I know no other person such as you
Who wakes to ecstasy my inner fire.
You came into my consciousness, unknown,
Unheralded, once seen yet ne’er forgot.
I’ve prayed for you to leave me all alone
But, haply, know you will forget me not.
Escape I cannot, though I travel far.
Oh! That I could discover who you are!
Hugh Wyles, July 24th.2004.
Author notes
A vision of someone, a snatch of melody, a line of poetry that recurs endlessly in your mind and will not go away.
How infuriating the obsession is if you cannot identify it.
Written July 24th, 2004
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I am here reading some of your sonnets...Love this one...Do you think it is a memory lost in the recesses of your mind from a previous life..


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Dear Darlene,
Thankyou so much for reading this earlier sonnet of mine. As to who L'Inconnue is, who can say? The memory may well be from a previous existence that, like a melody, springs from the subconscious and will not go away.
Love nd hugs, XXX Hugh.
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Nicely done
Simply put, I liked this. I like sonnets and older verse styles, (even though I've been leaning towards more abstract work lately) and I always like it when I see one that's been well done. I also liked how you had some archaic words thrown in there, combined with the black and white picture above they made an interesting juxtaposition within the poem. -
Dear Michelle,
Thankyou for reading this earlier work of mine and for your kindly applause.
If I can help at any time with your sonnet writing please feel free to email your draft to h.wyles@clear.net.nz and I will be happy to reply with suggested alterations/corrections as I do for several others. I look forward to hearing from you.
Love, XXX Hugh.
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haunting
Wonderfully enchanting. She spreads her wings like an elusive butterfly. Like the butterfly, take in her beauty, breathe in her essence. Marvel at the way the sun shines on her and every nuance of color is like a kaliedascope she shimmers under it. For in a moment a gentle wind will blow and she will be gone. A beautiful sonnet. I am not well versed in sonnets, but I am learning. I am truly happy that my hand led me here. I look forward to reading more of your work.
~Michelle~
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Hauntingly puzzleing and lovely, Hugh. I love your sonnets, they're always so perfect and beautiful. I should try to do them, I'm afraid they'd be a disaster, though, especially compared to yours.
This one is very eloquent, mystical. I've had something like this happen to me at least once or twice in my life, someone, lurking in the recess's of my mind, wanting to be identified, yet elusive.
Love this, Hugh
Dee
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Now i wonder who could she be
who seems to haunt you like La Belle dame San Merci -
Wow
What a vixen to invade your dreams
I wish I could have a good haunting one like this
Love it sweets
Love you too
Susan~~~
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Dear Jenny,
Luckily, Edna only knows a half of what goes on in my mind!!
Thanks for reading. Love and hugs, XXX Hugh.
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I hope you discover who she is before your wife does! well-done sonnet.
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An intriguing puzzle begging to be unraveled... but in the solving is the unraveling.
I'll take the hmmmmmmmm of wonder over the ah-hah! any day.
For then, the haunting stops, the music stills, and the phrase ends with a finality of exclamation.
Sorry, just feeling rather cryptic this morning.
A lovely, lovely write for sure.
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Hugh
Love the poem. If this lovely lass haunts you night and day then we members of your 'harem' have a lot to live up to. Well written sonnet matching your usual high standard.
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Dear Chris,
This is not my Muse who is the subject of a separate tribute "Me and my Muse" allpoetry.com/Poem/656911
which you might enjoy reading (but then again you might not!).Regards, and thanks, Hugh Wyles.
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Hugh,
That happens so often, you see a face, you know the face, but it haunts you as it is always just out of reach.Is it a dream of someone coming to you as chrisrobin says, which we know is possible, or is it just a fantasy, an illusion. I hope you find out one day and let us know. It is a very beautiful Sonnet, you are writing so many magnificent ones, keep them coming my friend.
Yours~Joan
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Hugh -
I can relate to this. An idea that will not go away. The face that you glimpse in every crowd or the reflection of a shop window, only to turn around and it is gone. even in poetry, but often then in reverse. There is a word I want, it is the perfect word, but it stays just beyond my reach.
anyway enough rambling. suffice it to say this really struck a cord. I hope that someday you can have more than a fleeting glimpse.
Your Forever Gen
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Non, je suis pas une inconnue pour toi, mon cher ami!
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Dear Mari,
Well, I couldn't use your photo here because you are not L'Inconnue are you? I know you well.
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Wow sounds like a virtual reality where someone has found a way to invade your dreams. Leaves me wondering if this were true and possibility whether they must feel the same way to keep coming back to you. On the other hand thoughts of this being a muse or a ghostly visitor leave a reflective thought too. You’ll indeed have to let us all know if this mystery is ever solved. An incredible topic more so when relayed from thoughts or visions of a dream.
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And does she the Seven Veils dance too?! What a wonderful vision it must be!
I think I know what you mean. Sometimes I too get things in my mind that I can't really figure out what is or who is, and yet it stays there, haunting, ring its bells in my head like a ghost.
Very good poem my Hugh, and I'm sure so many people will agree with you.
Loves and kisses,
Mari
Edited on Jul 24, 5:58 p.m. because ''.











