Oranges And Grapes Comments

I REPEAT THE COMMENT OF DEBBIE LUXENBERG HERE: A beautiful poem...from an exceptionally talented poet and writer!

You certainly have a scientific mind, Paul!

Beautiful sonneteering and lovely rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing

Still, let us drink to life, celebrate, and be glad, Let us sing and dance today, refuse to be sad. Oranges and grapes do not grow in the cold, A warm wind ties ribbons to maple leaves of gold. I LOVE SONNETS TECHNICALLY I KNOW FA BUT have composed a few loved by all u r a great sonneteer Sir ANOTHER CANADIEN BEING READ BY ALL KEEP AT IT OLD AGE IS A NUMBER ONLY

You have a heart for beautiful poetry. Brilliant composition.

A nice sonnet and i love it so much and thank you so much Paul! Sophy Chen in China

A very nice sonnet and i love it so much and thank you so much Paul! Sophy Chen in China

ur a very beautiful talented poet all say so i now also know so I am told you are one of the best Yes all that profess Wish you could read my MOM'S SMILES and see how a mother's charms live for centuries will ye please kindly

Thanks for the poets note..... Thanks again for introducing the name of Giacomo the Lentini as the inventor of sonnets... and the man really deserves so.... next rightly you bring Petrarch who wrote sonnets for her beloved Laura..... I am happy because as the inventor of sonnets I always take the name of Lentini but I follow most of the people from my school life to till now take the name of Petrarch...... Now I get you to utter the name of Lentini........ thanks. For your poem I enjoy it... I also enjoy all the comments..... I hope to keep my understanding and critique very soon.

Thank you all for your comments. Regarding A. Madhavan's critique: 1. The words 'ruthless' and 'relentless' are listed as rhymes in The Penguin Rhyming Dictionary. 2. And more importantly, I believe that the heart of poetry is the poetry of the heart. Therefore, for my part, being 'sentimental' is not necessarily a bad thing. And showing emotions is human. We come to this world through love, and without love life is meaningless. I view kindness and compassion among our greatest virtues. They hold the keys to human salvation. Alienation from Man, crusty insensitivity represent a grave danger to human survival. Indurated callousness feeds the shadow, the dark side of life affiliated with cruelty, violence and war. 3. Poetry thrives on imagination. Those who spurn it- like Plato, who wanted to ban poets from his Republic- have their answer in Einstein: I'm enough of an artist to draw freely on my imagination, which I think is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world (Interview with Albert Einstein by George S. Viereck, published in the Philadelphia Saturday Evening Post, October 26,1929) . 4. We live in a mathematical universe, which involves codes and emblems.The brain processes the information encoded in the world by means of symbols. Human communication proceeds through metaphors. This is not a pathetic fallacy but a scientific fact. 5. Furthermore, although a poet has a passport to travel through kingdoms of other worlds, I don't think that saying that Life spins our fate like roulette in a film set, invokes the 'supernatural'. Mind you, the actual world is bigger than us. The credo that humans can exercise complete control over their life does not hold water. Rather, it seems to reflect a measure of naive detachment from reality. Paul Hartal

The poet knows the Sonnet form, and chooses to rhyme in couplet fashion, 'aa.bb. cc'; but I think 'ruthless' and 'relentless' in the first quatrain are not rhymes in the strict sense. I note that several readers like this poem. To me the theme appears rather sentimental. I am personally trying to avoid 'the pathetic fallacy' of making ideas and concepts into personages or supernatural entities: e.g. Life spins our fate like roulette in a film set. If readers like it, I accept I am unfit to assess poems and choose the best every day. Am I jealous? Even Shakespeare accepted he cursed his fate, / Wishing me like to one more rich in hope./..Desiring this man's art and that man's scope (Sonnet XXIX) . Was it Francis Bacon who said, Envy has no holidays?

Fascinating poem and even better poet's note. I learned several new things here. Congrats on having it selected as member poem of the day!

My love soars high above trees and towers, Carries to my beloved a bouquet of flowers. A very cute and sweet poem on grapes, oranges, trees, flowers and above all - love and hope - the vital ingredients of life. Enjoyed reading!

A nice poem indeed! Well done, Paul!

My love soars high above the trees and towers! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

Interesting poem and notes. I just posted a Senryu series on geometric solids

During all the gloom and tyranny of time, we need to be hopeful and optimistic. Thanks. Still, let us drink to life, celebrate, and be glad, Let us sing and dance today, refuse to be sad. My love..... Carries to my beloved a bouquet of flowers.

very positive poem; thanks for the explanatory notes. Most poets prefer to complicate instead of simplifying things. Congrats on being poet of the day!

Beautiful sonnet, and thanks for the note. I learned some things I didn't know about the number 14, and I taught math for a few years. I'm not familiar with Euler's totient function. I will have to look that up to see what it is. When I first read it I thought it said Euler's toilet function.

A beautiful poem...from an exceptionally talented poet and writer! ! All the best Debbie