Life; Part III

This is a sonnet that is part of a 7-sonnet "mini-epic" about different aspects of life. This one in particular is just one of my favorites. I might post the others sometime. Enjoy.
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Life is wonderful, is it not?
Set aside all anger, sadness
'tween good and evil we are caught
But oh so much love and gladness...
Every pain and every trouble
is always worth the sun's rise
A hand to hold is worth double
Glorious the gleam in his eyes.
His voice like wind, his touch like clouds
At this moment life so perfect
'til he must depart like the crowds
and then my hurt heart left in wreck.
Alas, existence becomes so dull
Life, not wonderful but wonder full.
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Wow, interesting piece, I know little about lyrical poetry I must say but there was something about this that had me spell-bound. The first few lines seemed to lead nicely into the point/ theme/ idea of the poem and I urge you to post the rest of your work for the hopeless and bemused to admire with quiet admiration.

Hmmm... I have to say this is not my favorite tone for a poem - opening with a question, talking directly to the reader and yet through the rest of the poem completely ignoring them. It's like you broke down the fourth wall for no reason. So... not a fan of the question at the beginning. Actually, looking back, I'm not even sure who you're directing the question towards.

Moving on...
Very well done on the rhyming scheme, keeping it consistent with the alternating rhymes throughout - except for the last two lines. You probably did that on purpose, but if you didn't, it's something to consider.

I was a little confused as to what the message of the poem was, precisely... you say all the pain in life is worth the joy and pleasure that comes afterwards... and as an example you give us joy that slips into pain, rather than vice versa. And directly after you say "Existence becomes dull," you give another smarmy line about how wonderful life is. It's a bit backwards. To keep it consistent, in my opinion, you should at least switch it around so you're taking the example from sadness and dullness into the happiness. *shrug* whatever you choose.

You had mostly nice language, with a few lapses into awkwardness. In my opinion you should never sacrifice the beauty of the line for a rhyme. for instance "A hand to hold is worth double" doesn't make any sense - worth double what? it's just an awkward rhyme.

Also, on a side note - the definition of "wonderful" is actually "wonder full" so you're contrasting two things which mean the same thing.

Sorry if that seems harsh, I was just trying to be honest. The thing with art, though, is that it's completely subjective - all that stuff I said was completely my opinion, you can disregard it if you want.

Thanks for the read! You had some really pretty imagery in there, I liked "His voice like wind, his touch like clouds" very beautiful. Good luck!
Yours ever,
Sarahness