Eileen Manassian Poet Sonnet

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My Abacus Is You

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 July 16, 2015 at 9:19 AM I enjoyed reading this one again Eileen. Enjoy your day.

Poet Tacito May 27, 2015 at 10:19 AM Lines coated with a writhing incompletion of touch. A struggle for security, while the subconscious has already accepted defeat. Damn. Eileen Manassian May 27, 2015 at 1:15 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 May 25, 2015 at 12:35 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 May 25, 2015 at 1:23 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 May 24, 2015 at 2:42 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 May 25, 2015 at 1:23 PM Thanks, Paul. This is a lovely visit. Soupmail. Hugs

Emile Pinet May 24, 2015 at 12:30 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 May 24, 2015 at 1:06 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 May 23, 2015 at 7:12 AM Hi Eileen, did you change your mind about posting yor Terzanelle? Eileen Manassian May 24, 2015 at 4:06 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 May 22, 2015 at 4:50 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 May 24, 2015 at 4:07 AM Thanks for pointing that out, Andrea. Will fix it right away. Hugs :)

Richard Lamoureux May 22, 2015 at 7:18 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 May 24, 2015 at 4:07 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 May 22, 2015 at 7:15 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 May 24, 2015 at 1:07 PM Thanks, Kim, for the birthday greetings. Sweet of you. I'm glad to have your visit on my Abacus poem. Hugs

Shane Cooper May 22, 2015 at 2:40 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 May 24, 2015 at 1:07 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 May 21, 2015 at 2:52 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 May 21, 2015 at 3:06 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 May 21, 2015 at 2:46 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 May 21, 2015 at 3:08 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 May 21, 2015 at 2:02 PM Lovely sonnet. The last two lines are classic. #7 Eileen Manassian May 21, 2015 at 3:09 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 :)