One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 67. a million voices speaking at once

Number 133 let me scent the candles and behold the scene in their soft yellow light. The picture you paint in this is warm and welcoming, and the final couplet seemed perfect. He is indeed a lucky man to have come home to you. Number 134 gave me pause, unshuttering the window to our mortality. The cold, hard fact of one's inevitable "dates" scatters the ashes of one's life, at least until I come to the final couplet. Then, you restore us, as one may stand again to the sound of a new voice. Thank you for these.

1 hour ago, Parker Owens said:

Number 133 let me scent the candles and behold the scene in their soft yellow light. The picture you paint in this is warm and welcoming, and the final couplet seemed perfect. He is indeed a lucky man to have come home to you. Number 134 gave me pause, unshuttering the window to our mortality. The cold, hard fact of one's inevitable "dates" scatters the ashes of one's life, at least until I come to the final couplet. Then, you restore us, as one may stand again to the sound of a new voice. Thank you for these.

Thank you for your warm comments, Parker. In regards to No. 134, I'll say technically speaking that poem is a bit ambitious. Arguably the most challenging place to put the pivot point in a Sonnet is at the very end, at the start of the couplet. Your remarks here give me hope the poem 'works' despite this unusual arrangement.

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