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My Abacus Is You

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The days I live all counted they must be And so I move my beads along the lines What makes this time have meaning so to me Is YOU, my abacus that life defines Your smile of love is captured in a bead Which adds such joy as fingers make it glide A touch, a kiss, a look fulfills each need And multiplied are days in numbered guide I know that soon all beads will reach that place Where end to life is seen in empty beams And so will end for me this time of grace Your love no more to move my days and dreams An abacus of life you’ve been to me You’ve marked each moment and eternity Jade

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 7/16/2015 9:19:00 AM

I enjoyed reading this one again Eileen. Enjoy your day.

Poet Tacito

Date: 5/27/2015 10:19:00 AM

Lines coated with a writhing incompletion of touch. A struggle for security, while the subconscious has already accepted defeat. Damn.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 5/27/2015 1:15:00 PM

Writhing.....love that word, Drake. Glad to have a visit from you. I think you would like Your Words Pale....I think it's more up your alley. Hugs...

Cyndi Macmillan

Date: 5/25/2015 12:35:00 PM

Lovely :) Romantic and I like the metaphor. Thank you for shining your light on me when I needed it most. Your kindness was more than just appreciated, it gave me deep and real comfort. Blessings to you, dear lady. Cyndi

Eileen Manassian
Date: 5/25/2015 1:23:00 PM

Cyndi....I care for you. I know your heart....I'm going to soup you, sweetie. Thanks for this visit and post. Hugs

Paul Callus

Date: 5/24/2015 2:42:00 PM

I like the uniqueness of this poem in which you make comparison to an abacus. Keep counting slowly, make the beauty of this love last as long as possible. Hugs // paul

Eileen Manassian
Date: 5/25/2015 1:23:00 PM

Thanks, Paul. This is a lovely visit. Soupmail. Hugs

Emile Pinet

Date: 5/24/2015 12:30:00 PM

You have a talent and should write as much as you can to exercise your skills to a fine art....you have it in you to be notable. Great work. Emile. #7 "life in (is) seen"?

Eileen Manassian
Date: 5/24/2015 1:06:00 PM

Thanks ever so much, Emile. I have made the correction. This is my last dream....I want so much for my work to live on after me. I want my words to touch people's hearts....This is my last dream. Thank you for your kindness to me. Hugs

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 5/23/2015 7:12:00 AM

Hi Eileen, did you change your mind about posting yor Terzanelle?

Eileen Manassian
Date: 5/24/2015 4:06:00 AM

No, Richard. I just got really busy and then I had chosen a nice pic to go with it, and I lost the site. :( Oh well...please give it a read. Hope you like it. It's a repost. Hugs

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/22/2015 4:50:00 PM

this is gorgeous, Eileen!!! Great metaphor. I think line ten is typo, needing "is" in place of "in" In case it is entered into a contest!

Eileen Manassian
Date: 5/24/2015 4:07:00 AM

Thanks for pointing that out, Andrea. Will fix it right away. Hugs :)

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 5/22/2015 7:18:00 AM

Interesting metophor. The abacus has infinite possibilities, it adds subtracts divides and multiplies. The beads can be slid back and you can start over again from the beginning. So like the abacus in the hands of God you to are limitless.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 5/24/2015 4:07:00 AM

Thanks for this lovely comment, Richard. I do so appreciate it. You always see the spiritual side of things. You are spiritually minded. Hugs

Kp Nunez

Date: 5/22/2015 7:15:00 AM

Belated happy birthday, sonneteer! just learned of it when I got to read some comments here. This is an apt birthday write, abacus having been a symbol of numbers, as years passing by. Just lovely...Hugs!

Eileen Manassian
Date: 5/24/2015 1:07:00 PM

Thanks, Kim, for the birthday greetings. Sweet of you. I'm glad to have your visit on my Abacus poem. Hugs

Shane Cooper

Date: 5/22/2015 2:40:00 AM

Dear Bambi a wonderful write. But I think that your abacus will not end but will be replaced with an instrument of infinite strings and beads that shine with an inner glow when you greet those that you have missed for so long. Love Shane xxx

Eileen Manassian
Date: 5/24/2015 1:07:00 PM

:) You are only too kind to me, Shane. Thank you for always seeing the good. Not many people have that special gift. Bless you for it. Hugs

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 5/21/2015 2:52:00 PM

- I sprinkle a little more golden pearls to you :) - Happy birthday, dear friend !!!! - Hope you'll get lots of hugs and at least one sweet kiss :) - hugs & <3 // Anne-Lise :)

Eileen Manassian
Date: 5/21/2015 3:06:00 PM

Thanks, Sunshine. My birthday celebrations were on the 18th. :) My students surprised me with cakes...My family took me out and the next evening my friends took me out. I got lovely messages from some soup friends. Thanks for the sweet post. Hugs

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 5/21/2015 2:46:00 PM

zFirstly..I read somewhere its your birthday..So happy birthday my dearest sister.Wish I was there to make you a cake..A big big hug : ). Re your poem..Ouch..It really hits deep...Especially the way it ends..Yes dear..Powerful. Im not on ps as often as I used to be these days but had to stop by hon : )..Hugs

Eileen Manassian
Date: 5/21/2015 3:08:00 PM

Yes, dear. Thanks for the messages. I first posted on FJ's poem and others saw it from there. She had written something about aging and at 48, I feel the passage of time. I got a few personal emails from my very close friends on the soup. That was nice. Thanks for dropping by. Glad you liked this piece. Hugs

Nandita Das

Date: 5/21/2015 2:02:00 PM

Lovely sonnet. The last two lines are classic. #7

Eileen Manassian
Date: 5/21/2015 3:09:00 PM

Thanks, Nandita. I haven't been in the writing mood for some time. I saw a picture of an abacus in a reading book, and the idea wouldn't let me rest. Hugs :)