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2017-09-21 06:22 am
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Certain Companions

.....Sometimes, an inspiration will just appear seemingly out of nowhere. Sort of like a dream sequence. I don't actually remember my dreams very often, and still worse forget them rapidly when I do wake up with them. Much to my regret. Although the below is awkward, and still needs a lot of help in rhyme, meter, and sequencing, I'm scribbling it down here in Live Journal so I remember it. The vision was especially vivid, even if the words recorded are not expressively so.

.....Language is an absolutely amazing thing. It is magical. And it takes skill, and practice, to use with any sort of artistic output. I will master this some day. :-)

A constant companion besides me strides
The figure brooding with encroaching night
His silence ponderous as Earthly tides
That extol passage with sonorous plight

His siblings often in greeting will shout
Their own devices in prominent view
One holds a glass, sand flowing with no doubt
And one holds threads strong, bright shining with dew

I ran on pathways filled always with fear
For I would not speak nor their purpose seek
If I let go, allowing Courage near
New friends would not allow me to be weak.

Let go of fear and embrace your real life
The journey is love removing all strife

.....The sonnet is such a tight medium. It is difficult to distill an expansive thought to such a short verse. But well worth the exercise. :-)

.....Aaron / Arontius.
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2017-07-13 06:40 am
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Obligatory Anniversary Sonnet :-)

.....On this date, a decade ago, Tammie Dupuis and I stood in the Living Room of her beloved South Seattle home and said our wedding vows. Every year since just gets better and better. My only regret? Not having married her ten years before that. smile emoticon:-)

.....You are my sun, my moon, my glitter, guiding northern star that brightens my very soul. Love you forever! Happy Tenth Wedding Anniversary!

.....With obligatory wedding anniversary sonnet ... :-)

My early journies lacked a purpose clear
An aimless wandering through many lands.
Then Love took pity and leaned close to hear
My cries to fill the space my heart demands.

Glass wings a window to another world
A prism freeing light in many hues.
Seen in exstatic light as she is hurled
In sudden motion to release her muse.

This dragonfly forever draws me near
A guide whose beauty in a spell binds me.
Her flights of passion drive away all fear
New wonders revealed she leads me to see.

Love's wisdom sent me a soul searing fate
Forever to be with this perfect mate.

.....All My Love, Aaron.
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2017-04-13 12:31 pm
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Some Sonnetry For A Purpose.

.....So, I was asked to write a sonnet for someone whom I admire. I was flattered at the request. But as usual I am never happy with my own results. There is a huge and gaping depth of nothingness between my visions and dreams, and what goes on to the paper I try to translate those vision on to. Some day I'll find that Rainbow bridge. Hopefully, within my lifetime. :-)

The arms reach wide from Sol's departing bows,
His warm embrace remindful of day's gifts.
A blinding brilliance of his gloried vows,
Humility seen as the soul it lifts.

This land's protector stands in service tall.
A victory to all within his cares.
His courage bulwark from chill Evil's call.
His chivalry a mantle bright he wears.

A beacon guiding to a chalice gold.
He holds his lamp of goodness high above.
And gathers those about in shepherds hold.
A calm protector who will lead with love.

His duty sacred held he did not fail.
Has proven worthy of this holy Grail.

.....I may do some more editing, but I should get some personalized input first.

.....Aaron / Arontius.
arontius: (Justin's Device)
2016-08-27 05:52 am
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What Is A Sestina?

.....A Poet from the East Kingdom of the SCA posted a learning challenge about two weeks ago now. He wanted to lead a process of development for Sestinas, and asked for volunteers willing to learn a new poetry style. I read up a little on what a Sestina was and thought it sounded interesting.

.....The base definition of a Sestina is thus: A poem of fixed verse consisting of six stanzas of six lines each, which is then followed up by a three-line conclusion, or 'envoi'. The words that end each line of the first stanza are used as line endings in each of the following stanzas, rotated in a set pattern.

.....Sestina lines are not always fixed, but I've already found that I prefer them to be set in Iambic Pentameter (go figure :-)). Although even from the invention of the Sestina in the Twelfth Century this has not always been the case. The overarching control of the Sestina is the rotating pattern of end words, as well as the length of the poem in its entirety.

.....In English, it never held the popularity of poetry styles like the Sonnet. I tend to think because of its length. The English (and I include us Americans in this) have always tended to be on the lazier side in our approach to grammar, so I could see why the Sestina would not be a popular choice in the zenith of English poetry of the Sixteenth through Eighteenth Centuries. :-)

.....So, here is my first stanza. I'm going to groom a little bit from here as after this point I am stuck with the six words. So I need to make sure I can live with them. :-)

With joyous curves branches in glory reach.
They stretch to Spring's warm Sun, new sap runs strong.
The past is written deep on their dark skin.
It speaks of memory that guides them forth.
A map that tells a profound story of years.
As heady liquor beating through their veins burns.

.....My six words would be: A. reach; B. strong; C. skin; D. forth; E. years; F. burns.

.....There are two verbs and one adjective amongst that listing. I'm thinking critically if that will be enough to sustain the completion. So I'm going to ponder on this a little bit before moving on with Stanza 2.

.....Aaron / Arontius.
arontius: (Justin's Device)
2016-06-21 03:01 pm
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Aelianora's Sonnet Story - Sonnet No. 5.

.....I was doodling today at the Conference during a section of the discussion that seemed to mainly be a proverbial dog chasing its tail. I resisted checking my cell phone for e-mail and Facebook and just started putting words together. A couple of lines that came together suggested a crossover sonnet for the Aelianora Sonnet Story that has been hanging out there for a while.

.....You can definitely tell that it was not done at the same time as the other four sonnets. It is much more 'airy' than the other sonnets. It has some words that don't quite fit. But I'll take it as it was interesting how it just sort of 'put itself together' without a whole lot of conscious beating by me, which is my usual process.

.....I'll keep it and see if I can smooth it out some at some later date like what happened with the fourth sonnet. :-)

.....The new fifth sonnet:

She tames a land of chaos in grasp tight,
Wild nature green with healthy teaming life.
A growth she nurtures with Law gleaming bright.
Her victory a harvest snatched from strife.

The ordered rows of vines and bushy leaves,
Thrum vibrantly in the warm summer heat.
Their chorus in time to a song she weaves.
The words she teaches with fresh water meet.

High notes are taken by goats prancing near.
Low notes are felt in waves from Mother Earth.
A gathering that sustains through the year.
A world she rules to capture Life's birth.

She holds a magic protecting from harm.
All who do thrive on her life-giving farm.

.....Which fits into the fabric of the story as follows:

When her clear sweet call rings out through the air,
A drumbeat rolls across the grassy field.
As goats greet mistress fair with milk so rare,
White gold great treasure from all her friends yield.

Soft silken nectar made warm in the flame.
Ambrosia will condense in many curds.
Withdrawn are waters motion quick to tame.
Wild drink as once was now in gathered herds.

The cloth of gold now wraps the wheel with love.
That is enshrined in her home of deep rest.
Long sleep is watched, signs of hope from above.
Brought forth in celebration when age crest.

From Capra sisters joyful gifts they give.
The nourishment a luscious way to live.

She tames a land of chaos in grasp tight,
Wild nature green with healthy teaming life.
A growth she nurtures with Law gleaming bright.
Her victory a harvest snatched from strife.

The ordered rows of vines and bushy leaves,
Thrum vibrantly in the warm summer heat.
Their chorus in time to a song she weaves.
The words she teaches with fresh water meet.

High notes are taken by goats prancing near.
Low notes are felt in waves from Mother Earth.
A gathering that sustains through the year.
A world she rules to capture Life's birth.

She holds a magic protecting from harm.
All who do thrive on her life-giving farm.

The intricate fiber paths will hold fast.
They find the choices made in cloth tills.
Our seamstress grips the intuitions cast.
And guides blades to arrange life as she wills.

Before her lies the scattered complex shapes.
The geomancy she will read for all.
And pieces rise to cover as she drapes.
To be assembled for the needful call.

A metal sliver holds thread fiber dear.
Cloth of great work is given flame of life.
Two lives are led as finer thread draws near.
Embellishing all cloth with beauty rife.

The endless tapestry dense with its law.
She tames with skill and needles steel which gnaw.

The evil, Ignorance, thrives as foe dark.
Insidious coils smother Learning's flame.
Our warrior of thought with spear will mark.
A guide on human's quest to find his name.

She moves forth with inquisitive mind bright.
Through sources obscure she researches deep.
Dark knowledge made clear by Athena's light.
Announcing to all learning she does reap.

The sharing of skills and fruits of her mind.
She eagerly shows what she can to all.
Her lectures thrill and make more of her kind,
And produce works of mastery most tall.

Her passion is for beauty in all things.
Both of the mind and of the hand all sings.

She stands in support with stern vigilance.
Her evidence of knowledge held on high.
Her voice a call of truth in jubilance,
For all to her bright scholar's light draw nigh.

In tall companionship with Laurel peers.
Her fearsome powers of research at hand.
A mentor strong dispelling all their fears.
A strike on ignorance she will demand.

Her Kingdom to protect she'll ever strive,
Defending with all her ability.
In beauty strong from her fingers do thrive,
As from her mind keen credibility.

This lady holds a torch of learning bright.
As she's proclaimed by Crown in Laurel rite.

.....Five is a good round number, but I'm getting the feeling I'm not quite done with this story just yet. The ending looks pretty good to me. But the beginning transitions still need some work. So at least one more is coming, if not two, at some point. :-)

.....Aaron / Arontius.
arontius: (Justin's Device)
2016-04-17 01:43 pm
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Some Sonnetry For The Day.

.....With my travels to Illinois I picked up a cold that is giving me a little trouble today. Not particular bad, mainly a sore throat, sniffles, and a feeling of lethargy and tiredness I can't seem to shake.

.....It has also put me into something of an introspective mode, which seems to be when the sonnetry comes out the most. I'm putting it here for safe-keeping.

We sat in circle whole with shining eyes,
Smiles given as rich gifts of memory.
Our laughter rose to heaven with loud cries,
As souls did link with love in victory.

We parted ways towards sacred journey roads.
Familiar trails now lit with visions new.
With keen awareness we walk with light loads,
A future filled with love in wide-eyed view.

Forever our foundation will be firm.
No matter what the length our travels be.
For love bound us together for a term.
A mighty silver strand we forever see.

I travel through this life of wonders bright.
Strength given by friends met in desert rite.

.....I wish I had a little more discipline to do this more often than I do. I'm still looking for a poetry Laurel who'd take me under their wing and push me a little bit. But in the meantime I should work on pushing myself a little more.

.....Aaron / Arontius.
arontius: (Justin's Device)
2015-12-24 06:19 am
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Sonnetry On Journeying.

.....A good sonnet seeks to take a concept, a vision, an idea, and make it something the reader can see viscerally and emotionally when they read the sonnet. Most of my sonnets, including the below, are mediocre mainly because they do not cross the boundary connecting emotion to a concept and making it real. The below was born of a vision I could see in my head, but could not accurately translate into a sonnet. But I'm at least recognizing the difference, which is a step forward. I can also say that I've written at least a few that did successfully make that leap, so I know that it is possible.

.....Practice, practice, practice. The other secret. A completed sonnet always makes me happy as well. No matter how bad I may think it is upon later reflection. :-)

My soul is in a circle drawn on Earth.
The dying sun showed the Four's shadowed length.
To guard and guide breath nourishing through birth,
Their ring of soldiers stood in silent strength.

Earth's circle is mirrored by the heaven's sphere.
An angel's face in silvered halo light.
A presence bringing comfort from all fear,
Who leads on journeys through the early night.

The orb bids farewell as time streams ahead.
The light within will guide me on this path.
The dark without does leave me for the dead.
As stars still shout and chase away the wrath.

The circle does surround as warm embrace.
Forever a life that will echo grace.

.....It starts off rocky, but I start liking where it is headed during the last quatrain.

.....Aaron / Arontius.
arontius: (Justin's Device)
2015-10-21 04:47 am
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Sonnet For TBT's Birthday, 2015.

.....TBT was born on this day, a day to be celebrated above that of any other birthday! :-)

.....I don't have a whole lot to offer, but I did put together a small sonnet as a sign that she is the most important thing in my life.

.....Happy Birthday, Tamm. :-)

The cresting waves command awareness keen,
As heralds proclaim with resounding crash.
My Amphitrite guides harness serene,
Of fearsome beasts that roll beneath her lash.

Gyrations wild in sparkling patterns blaze.
Twined dancers in endless complex swirl.
She leads the music in time with her gaze,
The melodies are crafted thoughts that whirl.

Her raven beauteous dramatic mane,
That frames her face in gloried prominence.
The sea sprays from her form in laughing rain,
My senses heightened from her eminence.

Forever on her wave will I exalt.
My upward cries of faithful love will vault.

.....With Love, Always, Aaron.
arontius: (Justin's Device)
2015-07-01 12:18 pm
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Sonnet For Aelianora, Part II.

.....Back in March I posted three Sonnets I'd written in honor of Aelianora's elevation to the Laurel. The goal really being a series of Sonnets on a common theme. Parts of them were rather disjointed and didn't fit. I was toying around with them this week and took apart the really bad Sonnet and reconstructed it. I moved one quatrain out of it and wrote a fourth Sonnet around it and then re-wrote a quatrain for the Sonnet I took apart. Made for a total of four Sonnets.

.....I'm liking how it starts, and liking how the final two are falling together. The newly installed Sonnet is a little disjointed in itself, and still doesn't bridge the gap between the start and the finish. But what is here is better than what it was. I think in the end it'll end up being five or six Sonnets total.

.....Here is the series as it was originally:

When her clear sweet call rings out through the air,
A drumbeat rolls across the grassy field.
As goats greet mistress fair with milk so rare,
White gold great treasure from all her friends yield.

Soft silken nectar made warm in the flame.
Ambrosia will condense in many curds.
Withdrawn are waters motion quick to tame.
Wild drink as once was now in gathered herds.

The cloth of gold now wraps the wheel with love.
That is enshrined in her home of deep rest.
Long sleep is watched, signs of hope from above.
Brought forth in celebration when age crest.

From Capra sisters joyful gifts they give.
The nourishment a luscious way to live.

A metal sliver holds thread fiber dear.
Cloth of great work is given flame of life.
Two lives are led as finer thread draws near.
Embellishing all cloth with beauty rife.

She moves forth with inquisitive mind bright.
Through sources obscure she researches deep.
Dark knowledge made clear by Athena's light.
Announcing to all learning she does reap.

The sharing of skills and fruits of her mind.
She eagerly shows what she can to all.
Her lectures thrill and make more of her kind,
And produce works of mastery most tall.

Her passion is for beauty in all things.
Both of the mind and of the hand all sings.

She stands in support with stern vigilance.
Her evidence of knowledge held on high.
Her voice a call of truth in jubilance,
For all to her bright scholar's light draw nigh.

In tall companionship with Laurel peers.
Her fearsome powers of research at hand.
A mentor strong dispelling all their fears.
A strike on ignorance she will demand.

Her Kingdom to protect she'll ever strive,
Defending with all her ability.
In beauty strong from her fingers do thrive,
As from her mind keen credibility.

This lady holds a torch of learning bright.
As she's proclaimed by Crown in Laurel rite.

.....Here is the new series:

When her clear sweet call rings out through the air,
A drumbeat rolls across the grassy field.
As goats greet mistress fair with milk so rare,
White gold great treasure from all her friends yield.

Soft silken nectar made warm in the flame.
Ambrosia will condense in many curds.
Withdrawn are waters motion quick to tame.
Wild drink as once was now in gathered herds.

The cloth of gold now wraps the wheel with love.
That is enshrined in her home of deep rest.
Long sleep is watched, signs of hope from above.
Brought forth in celebration when age crest.

From Capra sisters joyful gifts they give.
The nourishment a luscious way to live.

The intricate fiber paths will hold fast.
They find the choices made in cloth tills.
Our seamstress grips the intuitions cast.
And guides blades to arrange life as she wills.

Before her lies the scattered complex shapes.
The geomancy she will read for all.
And pieces rise to cover as she drapes.
To be assembled for the needful call.

A metal sliver holds thread fiber dear.
Cloth of great work is given flame of life.
Two lives are led as finer thread draws near.
Embellishing all cloth with beauty rife.

The endless tapestry dense with its law.
She tames with skill and needles steel which gnaw.

The evil, Ignorance, thrives as foe dark.
Insidious coils smother Learning's flame.
Our warrior of thought with spear will mark.
A guide on human's quest to find his name.

She moves forth with inquisitive mind bright.
Through sources obscure she researches deep.
Dark knowledge made clear by Athena's light.
Announcing to all learning she does reap.

The sharing of skills and fruits of her mind.
She eagerly shows what she can to all.
Her lectures thrill and make more of her kind,
And produce works of mastery most tall.

Her passion is for beauty in all things.
Both of the mind and of the hand all sings.

She stands in support with stern vigilance.
Her evidence of knowledge held on high.
Her voice a call of truth in jubilance,
For all to her bright scholar's light draw nigh.

In tall companionship with Laurel peers.
Her fearsome powers of research at hand.
A mentor strong dispelling all their fears.
A strike on ignorance she will demand.

Her Kingdom to protect she'll ever strive,
Defending with all her ability.
In beauty strong from her fingers do thrive,
As from her mind keen credibility.

This lady holds a torch of learning bright.
As she's proclaimed by Crown in Laurel rite.

.....In honor of the bright and shining light who is named in this world as 'Rikke' or 'Aelianora'. :-)

.....Aaron / Arontius.
arontius: (Justin's Device)
2015-03-16 04:48 pm
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For [livejournal.com profile] aelianora.

.....I was purging a pile of repetitive June Faire notes from 2013 and I ran across my scribblings of a set of sonnets I wrote for [livejournal.com profile] aelianora's Laurel elevation. What was supposed to happen was that I was going to read them as she processed into Court for her ceremony.

.....When I hit Twelfth Night, I could not find the notes. At the same time I was embarrassed, I was also relieved. I was not happy with what I had written. I never am, but it was particularly bad this time. It was the first time I'd tried writing sonnets in a series that continued a single theme. It was more disjointed than usual.

.....But things like that can be fixed if one spends some time on it. So I'm making sure to capture the lines here in the hopes that some day I'll do just that.

When her clear sweet call rings out through the air,
A drumbeat rolls across the grassy field.
As goats greet mistress fair with milk so rare,
White gold great treasure from all her friends yield.

Soft silken nectar made warm in the flame.
Ambrosia will condense in many curds.
Withdrawn are waters motion quick to tame.
Wild drink as once was now in gathered herds.

The cloth of gold now wraps the wheel with love.
That is enshrined in her home of deep rest.
Long sleep is watched, signs of hope from above.
Brought forth in celebration when age crest.

From Capra sisters joyful gifts they give.
The nourishment a luscious way to live.

A metal sliver holds thread fiber dear.
Cloth of great work is given flame of life.
Two lives are led as finer thread draws near.
Embellishing all cloth with beauty rife.

She moves forth with inquisitive mind bright.
Through sources obscure she researches deep.
Dark knowledge made clear by Athena's light.
Announcing to all learning she does reap.

The sharing of skills and fruits of her mind.
She eagerly shows what she can to all.
Her lectures thrill and make more of her kind,
And produce works of mastery most tall.

Her passion is for beauty in all things.
Both of the mind and of the hand all sings.

She stands in support with stern vigilance.
Her evidence of knowledge held on high.
Her voice a call of truth in jubilance,
For all to her bright scholar's light draw nigh.

In tall companionship with Laurel peers.
Her fearsome powers of research at hand.
A mentor strong dispelling all their fears.
A strike on ignorance she will demand.

Her Kingdom to protect she'll ever strive,
Defending with all her ability.
In beauty strong from her fingers do thrive,
As from her mind keen credibility.

This lady holds a torch of learning bright.
As she's proclaimed by Crown in Laurel rite.

.....Even if not presented as wanted in public. It was still written with deep admiration and love in mind. :-)

.....Aaron / Arontius.
arontius: (Justin's Device)
2015-01-14 05:33 pm
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A Sonnet For Rauokinn.

.....Every now and then you happen to be in the right place at the right time to take part in something undeniably cool and wonderful. A group of people put together a book for Rauokinn to commemorate her tenth anniversary as a Knight in the SCA. The most beautiful words were written and then calligraphed (much of it by Inga the Unfettered), the most beautiful artwork put to paper. Then, finally, the book arrived to TBT for binding.

.....This was my opportunity to do something to show my appreciation for someone who is a true hero of mine in the SCA, Sir Rauokinn. So I wrote a sonnet for her and calligraphed it myself in the book. It was shaky and any true calligrapher would be embarrassed by it. And, as usual, I was not completely happy with the words I wrote (I never am :-)). But it was important to me that the words were mine and that they were placed by me in the book.

Rauokinn

.....I actually enjoyed the calligraphy process. If I were to actually take the time to practice I'd probably get better, maybe even so that it was legible. :-)

.....Here are the words:

Across the hills of green and valleys lush,
live mighty people under watchful guard.
Their joy a vibrant thrum in peaceful hush,
Brought forth by courage held in high regard.

A flowing tawny mane both bright and bold,
Bespeaks of strength and warning to depraved.
A constant vigilance from eyes of gold,
Protecting love forever more engraved.

A service burden is nobility,
That always leaves this guardian apart.
Support by love in her humility,
She stands as Chevalier spurred in their heart.

An oath she took her people to defend.
For truth the victor evil she will rend.

.....From an admirer, Aaron / Arontius.
arontius: (Justin's Device)
2014-12-18 04:37 pm
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Something For TBT.

.....Thinking much thinkiness about TBT today. Wishing she could see herself like I see her, a wonderful, beautiful, dynamic, creative, intelligent woman. One of these days I'll get a sonnet to sound just like I see her. Got lots of practice to do in the meantime. :-)

With silvered tongue the mirror does beguile,
Bold images proclaimed by the herald's horn.
To her unwitting eye a taunting wile,
The dia-mond flash illumes what does adorn.

In voices shrill shout the unruly curves,
In battle age does march across the skin.
The fading of her hair no longer serves,
As time conspires with glass in wicked sin.

My love will be the sword to prove my worth,
To sweep aside these whispered lies in glass.
For beauty given as a gift at birth,
Will only grow as lights at Candlemas.

Your radiant beauty glows from within,
And shines without on my heart you did win.

.....With Much Love, Aaron.
arontius: (Justin's Device)
2014-10-21 06:02 am
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Happy Birthday, TBT! :-)

.....TBT crosses a milestone today. A very special day. The celebration of her Birth Day. :-)

.....She is the most special and beautiful thing to ever enter my life. I wish my sonnetry was more up to the proverbial task. But I offer it anyway as a sign of my love and my sincerest belief that she is the one.
:-)

When gazing at the universe of stars
As merrily above in heavens play.
Their twinkling the perfection of space mars
Exotic gems on swells of velvet lay.

From them I turn and search close in your eyes
And see those heavens echo in pools deep.
Ripe wisdom gathered as wheat from the skies
A beauty soaring so high I must weep.

Her ev’ry line is perfect in its shape
Her ev’ry hue shines as a vibrant light.
Around her much creation she does drape
Her love does comfort my soul with its might.

The stars may speak of insignificance,
But my love does sing of our relevance.

.....Happy Birthday, TBT.

.....Aaron / Arontius.
arontius: (Justin's Device)
2014-06-27 08:10 pm
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Artistry

.....This evening has certainly seen more than enough excitement. So much so I think I'll go to bed early.

.....This sonnet has been something growing on the margins of note-pages for a couple of weeks now. It's going here before I lose it by accident in a clean-up operation.

With seeking eyes of soaring raptor keen,
She sweeps the field collecting all within.
And casts them on her stage for roles to glean,
As guide for brush held journeying therein.

The canvas is a waiting fertile ground.
The soil is tilled and planted from her hand.
That summons forth creation to be crowned,
And witness ripening fruit from the land.

A soul begins emerging with deep sigh,
To reach with grasping hand those who draw near.
And speak to captives with excited cry,
Crescendos of voice hold communion dear.

New friendships forged from drawn lines jubilant.
As hues and spirit dance in merriment.

.....Aaron / Arontius.
arontius: (Justin's Device)
2014-02-14 04:25 pm
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For TBT - On The Painting Muse.

.....Some people have muses who are angelic and come wafting in on a light breeze to fill their protege's minds with thoughts of grandeur and wonder.

.....Mine seem to be a troop of psychotic flying monkeys. :-)

.....I was trying to think of something cool for TBT in spirit of St. Valentine's Day. But the muses took me in a slightly different direction. At least I can proudly say that TBT was the inspiration. :-)

A canvas white bespeaks of mystery.
The vast expanse of open space enthralls.
An invitation to write history,
To claim our place from empty desert sprawls.

A practiced hand with bold waves storms the scene,
Lines driven by will colour fills behind.
From nothing it is life this hand does glean,
A flame unquenchable with God entwined.

Eyes shining from reservoirs within.
A talent given as a precious gift,
That springs forth to inspire all therein.
Made great by love by which her hand does lift.

Exalted wonders bring a breathless hush.
As love is given life by beauty's brush.

.....With Love, Specifically for TBT. :-)

.....Aaron / Arontius.
arontius: (Justin's Device)
2013-11-20 03:59 pm
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Traveling.

.....Presented without comment...

The charcoal glitters in the starry light.
An ancient sight captured from times of joy.
A cold wind speaks of dances in the night.
Scents tantalize of old memories coy.

I tarried long in the place from the past.
My dreams and my ambitions once so dear.
Departed on the roads on which they're cast.
To leave behind this shell defined by fear.

I roused from sleep with a tug on my soul.
I looked up in those eyes that pierced me deep.
A smile that urged me to move from this knoll.
Reminding me of strength that love can reap.

Be my companion and beside me walk.
Our love will banish sorrow with sweet talk.

.....Aaron / Arontius.
arontius: (Justin's Device)
2013-09-15 07:23 am
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It's Been A Long Couple Of Weeks.

.....Depending on the viewpoint this is somewhat on the depressing side of things. But the past couple of weeks have been challenging. Heck, the past couple of months have been challenging. I'm looking forward to some down time.

A fearsome creature loneliness can be.
The sadness he sheds leaves a fiendish mark.
It was down pathways that one cannot see,
A prowling wolf is the wraith's ally dark.

The shroud surrounds me as a prison cell.
It smothers all sound as a jealous thief.
A bodiless spirit with hunger fell,
Will crush the soul as a fall withered leaf.

When all seems lost and the road leads to doom.
Emerging from the dark to light my way,
Hopes tidings chase the echoes of the tomb.
Her eyes shine forth with the heat of the day.

A companion of love is fear's worst foe.
A gift we willingly must tend and sow.

.....Aaron / Arontius.
arontius: (Justin's Device)
2013-08-06 04:20 pm
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Some Strange Sonnetry.

.....Hmmm, throw in a few words that really don't make sense at all and this could be something made up by Lewis Carroll. I'm just not sure where the inspiration originated here. But I'll take it.

In silver splendor jeweled droplets cast,
A rain of flashing coloured lights beguile.
Against an ebon canvas rippling fast,
Their joy enhanced with laughter she does wile.

With sudden turn in focus shines the gaze,
Twin beams of blazing light do pierce the soul.
The cleansing fire will consume all the haze,
Dust only in the sacrificial bowl.

The falling rain meets rising heat aloft,
A steam of union born 'tween fire and flood.
Can wrap with an embrace both warm and soft,
Or scrape as sand to only leave the blood.

Have care on your quest when in mirror seek.
The steam that you create may not be meek.

.....Aaron / Arontius.
arontius: (Justin's Device)
2013-05-23 04:28 pm
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Thinking Of You.

.....Lots of reflection today. But as I sat in an endless lecture full of information I've heard before, I cobbled together the below for future re-tooling.

With flourish silver lines in greeting loop.
A salutation starting a new life.
Words binding from primordial strained soup.
The contract sealed brings order from the strife.

The thread moves back and forth with steady gait.
Unceasing motion are the Maker's hands.
A pattern beautiful revealing fate.
Thrill of completion lies before in bands.

The drumbeat of rhythm alters suddenly.
New thread of purpose from the shuttle seen.
The colorful lines show joy drunkenly.
The tapestry new with lines of strength keen.

In gratitude fulfilling my accord.
Made joyful by your presence as reward.

.....I'm starting to recognize my own signature in how I put words together. It's not quite either as focused, or as random, as I once assumed it was. But I need to learn to stretch more, and shake up my internal grammar rules more. Grammar rules are meant to be broken in poetry. :-)

.....Aaron / Arontius.
arontius: (Justin's Device)
2013-04-25 09:58 pm
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Night's Royalty.

.....For some reason this phrase has been on continuous loop in my brain all day long, 'The moon gives light at time of night.' I don't even remember from where it comes. But other words started putting themselves together into sonnetry. There are parts that aren't exactly cohesive, but enough is there to recognize. It's here so it's not forgotten.

With tireless purpose gazes the grey eye.
Unblinking stare on journey through the stars.
A guide to coursing lifeblood 'low the sky.
The water's laughing spray the sight it mars.

A silver blanket overlies the land.
As lines are blurred shapes melding with the soil.
His lullaby of peace a pleasing hand.
As slowly sleep does ease the day of toil.

Unceasing motion in the beat of time.
The thief of colour in the waking world.
Delivered treasures in our dreams sublime.
The herald's limitless badge is unfurled.

The dance of lights on palette of God's night.
Is ruled by an orb of subconscious might.

.....It's hard to translate what is floating around in my brain into something that can actually be read. It never looks anything close to the same. :-)

.....Aaron / Arontius.