Today's posting, Sweet Gentle Fawn, has, in inverted commas, a phrase which hearkens to my ill-formed, first sonnet. It goes without saying that tannish, a cringe-worthy word in its own right, is not the correct word, and is not true, but I felt the connection had to be made.
The second instance, yesterday's Kamome Thoughts, looks to the first sonnet in my book of sonnets. Thematic correspondences made the pairing, if not inevitable, highly desirable.
In themselves, such echoes are hardly noteworthy.