"Old Birch Tree at the Sognefjord" by Thomas Fearnley‘Sunset’ by Michael Miller The Society May 22, 2021 Beauty, Love Poems, Poetry 7 Comments . A life alone is at its center bare, A quiet conversation with myself, A single, threadbare suit I always wear, A volume set aside upon life’s shelf. A time or two fate’s hands would find me paired, Awakening to partnership each day. A coupled time where thoughts and deeds were shared, An interlude that kept dark thoughts at bay. A pleasure past is left as dispossessed, An absence added to my solitude. As life is loaned by time then repossessed, A canvas bright at birth becomes grey-hued. __To once more find a love would ease my soul, __To have a peer to hold would make life whole. . . Michael Miller received his Master’s in English from San Francisco State University from the Creative Writing Department. His poems were published in the New Guard Review and upcoming in Lyric Magazine and he was a finalist in the 2020 San Francisco Writers Conference Fiction Contest. Living in Seattle, he is recently retired from a career as a software engineer and participates in writing workshops at Richard Hugo House. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 7 Responses Peter Austin May 22, 2021 Michael: I very much enjoyed this sonnet. Peter Austin Reply Julian D. Woodruff May 22, 2021 A model of subdued eloquence. Masterful, Mr. Miller Reply lionel willis May 22, 2021 In my old but still sound opinion, Michael Miller has written an excellent sonnet about loneliness which is one of the major human tragedies of this era. Keep on, Maestro! Reply paul buchheit May 22, 2021 I enjoyed your sonnet, Michael. Well-crafted, full of meaning. And 12 ‘A’ lines followed by two ‘T’s — love it! Reply Edward Hayes May 23, 2021 Mr. Miller, I share your feelings. Well done. Edward “Ted” Hayes, member since 2019, ardent advocate of formalism in poetry — except when it comes to Charles Dodson. Reply Yael May 23, 2021 Beautiful poem and I really enjoy the picture too. I would give your poem all A’s except you already took care of that. But seriously, as I get older I can really relate to the sentiments expressed therein, thanks for sharing. Reply David Watt May 24, 2021 My pick of lines from your lovely sonnet is “As life is loaned by time then repossessed.” How true that is! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.