From out his music here doth ’round me spin
A fabric, quickly woven, as of light,
From golden thread of gossamer, so fine,
This shield around me now; and I inside.
And here! I see the hues of light within,
That dance about me, furious in flight;
And here! I see his music tryst and twine
And mimic and encircle and collide.
His song that maketh touch and sight therein
And sound, and taste, and even scent, unite;
Where memory of past and future, mine,
Shall join, and like a prism, subdivide.
So why reach out when all within is right?
For here, confined, doth all my soul reside!
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
David Emeron: Sonnets 
That is beautiful! It really showcases that balance that I love in your work. This time it is thematic balance that stands out to me. Thank you a hundred times for the piece – and for remembering for me again.
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I do wish I could find the original of yours from which this is written.
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That’s a powerful read. I adore this website. Thanks for submitting.
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I admire anyone who can write sonnets convincingly, can get the ‘feel’ of them right, and can make the pentameter a ripple rather than repeated blows with a jackhammer. I rather cut my poetic teeth on sonnets, having written many myself and having edited a magazine and an anthology of sonnets.
Of course they don’t have to use archaic language – ‘doth’ and so on – they can be hauled right into the 21c. I like the almost delicate way you have rhymed AB(a)(b)AB(a)(b)AB(a)(b)B(b).
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