Saturday, August 5, 2017

Lovers' Rift to Mom Jeans 
Couple explore love 
Women explore jeans


Lovers’ Rift (sonnet) 

Believe in timeless moments such as this
Where one by one each heartbeat ticks away
And scents so near have so much more to say
Entwined in vines of tender love we drift
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And not a breath of wonder do we miss
The air we bare becomes a special tune
Whose memory in time will make us swoon
And call us back into this lovers’ rift
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Believe that never flows through this abyss
How could forever move bliss from its sight
Together we add meaning to the light
Believe and feel our world begin to shift
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Let’s bless what we believe in with a kiss
For could there be a far more fitting gift 


Lovers drift to a world far apart from this one in this sonnet. From the traditional sonnets to the modern sonnets there are stepping stones. This is one of them. It stays within the realm of iambic pentameter. It makes its break (rift) in the rhyme scheme it uses: A/B/B/C A/D/D/C A/E/E/C A/C 

What is a lovers' rift? It is a world apart from this one. A realm all their own. It can be as close as within a lover/s arms in a cuddling session or it can be a dream on some distant isle. Arlene and I enjoyed many of them, at home or drifting off somewhere. Our all time favorite was Carmel. To us it spelled romance. Maybe it was because Carmel was were Arlene and I got our fresh start or because of the magical experiences we shared there. Perhaps a touch of both. Although we liked the La Playa, we once had a chance to stay at the Sandpiper. The Sandpiper is a romantic bed and breakfast, with extremely cozy rooms. It is only a few step from the Pacific. Here is where the lover's rift kicks in. It was a clear, warm autumn evening. The sun had just set. Arlene and I went to explore the night. The sand was white. The water was clear and the wave were gentle. The stars seemed to dance on the water caressing the shore. All the light seemed to be on the dream by my side. A night truly made for us. We followed a whisper in a satiny breeze. And as we kissed soft music began to play We were gone.

Why the Sandpiper? What are the odds that at the sea shore the weather could be so perfect on that night? Where did the music come from? All good a fare questions, but not as important as the moment. I remember when my daughter first performed on stage. I could have let myself get distracted. How does she look? Did she make a mistake? Are people talking? A myriad of things to take my mind from what is really important. We can let our self become distracted. The world doesn't make it any easier. There is so much going on. Sometimes our mind wants an answer, a response, a resolution now. But now my daughter is performing, Now two lovers are off somewhere. A treasure trove of experiences that may only come once. Experiences meant for us. So. what can we do? Awareness. Be aware of how the mind works. Be aware of the distractions all around.  Be aware of now and Enjoy.


Are we ready for a lovers' rift: Vargo "Talking One Language" 

Ladies and their jeans 


The term jeans appears first in 1795, when a Swiss banker by the name Jean-Gabriel Eynard and his brother Jacques went to Genoa and both were soon heading a flourishing commercial concern. In 1800 Massena's troops entered the town and Jean-Gabriel was entrusted with their supply. In particular he furnished them with uniforms cut from blue cloth called "bleu de Genes" whence later derives the famous garment known worldwide as "blue jeans". Today jeans have become an important part of women's fashions. 
Here to give us some insight are the ladies of Baroness von Sketch Show. "Baroness von Sketch Show | Mom Jeans | IFC" 

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Now I believe that lovers should be draped 
in flowers and laid entwined together on 
a bed of clover and left there to sleep, 
left there to dream of their happiness. 
Conor Oberst



 

40 comments:

  1. Awareness sure is key. Plus if our mind goes off on everything we'd go truly nuts because a lot of it is nonsense, in the way that is doesn't matter and probably won't occur. Possible, but like winning the lottery, usually not probable.

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    1. Thank you for your thoughts on the matter.
      As far as the lottery, let's not ruin my wife's dream.

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  2. A very different take on the word 'rift', which I think I have only come across in its sense as a break...

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    1. It is indeed a very unique take on the word.
      Thank you for pointing this out.

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  3. Lovely poem, recalling fond memories.....jst tow away from what would have been my weeding aniversary.

    Yvonne.

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    1. Thank you for the compliment and the fond connection

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  4. I like the idea of blessing what one believes in with a kiss...smiles.
    And I really always enjoy your magical reminiscences so filled with love and warmth.

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    1. Thank you. I appreciate the insight of how to make you happy.

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  5. If we are feeling the dream, why should we allow anything to intrude, I'm with you, live the moment... make them count......

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    1. Spoken like a true dreamer.
      Thank you and dream on...

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  6. Sometimes believing in something and watching it come true is the best thing in the world. Believing and sealing it with a kiss shows confidence, strength and the purest of love -all lived in a dream within a dream.

    Wonderful and vivid poem.

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    1. That is quite an impressive thought and wisdom. Thank you.
      I appreciate the added value of this and the compliment.

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  7. What sweet and romantic poetry and words. I think you make the most of the time you have and that is beautiful.

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    1. Thank you for saying so and the the warm compliment.Thank you

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  8. Great post! I especially enjoyed your wonderfully drawn prose piece. You have some fascinating memories to conjure forth for your readers.

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    1. I appreciate knowing that you liked.
      Thank you for the compliment. The poems and tankas are tied in somehow ro a memory,

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  9. Martin, you truly have the gift of immersing yourself in the moment and, when you write, you draw us into them as well. I especially love "And not a breath of wonder do we miss." The gift of wonder makes life magical.

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    1. Thank you for your kind and supportive remarks.
      I really enjoy your artistry too.

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  10. I thoroughly enjoyed this post.

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  11. Let’s bless what we believe in with a kiss
    For could there be a far more fitting gift

    A great parting shot, Martin! Most appropriate especially after a rift!

    Hank

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  12. I would gladly get lost in the wonderment of the dream, finding bliss in a kiss that takes lovers to a distant plane where only they exist and the moment. You truly know and see the joys of life, may it always be so.

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    1. Experience making dreams real and an imagination does give one an advantage.
      Thank you and Dream on...

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  13. More rifts are bridged by hugs and kisses than we imagine!!!!

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  14. I love the first line so much. There is a tenderness (and almost desperation) in the words...

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    1. Thank you. So good knowing this touched Magaly

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  15. "And not a breath of wonder do we miss."...Aah...this is the moment of the soulmates. A beautiful write.

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    1. Thank you. So good to know you were drifted to a moment.

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  16. The question ending, gives the reader a lot to ponder and to savour

    much love...

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    1. Thank you for this wonderful review.
      Until next time.

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  17. How poetic way of writing Martine!

    your description of night at beach with Arlene took me along magically!!!

    how sweet to watching your daughter performing on stage and rediscovering the past

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    1. Do good knowing you enjoyed this.
      Thank you for all you kind words.
      Be blessed

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  18. A very generous post, with all the additional notes to elucidate and educate.

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    1. Thank you. So nice to have you here and that you enjoyed.

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