By means of online dictionaries paired
With equal measures of tenacity
And stubbornness, for five months I have bared
My life in sonnets for the world to see.
Though my ambitions sometimes fall quite short
Of what I dearly hope they will become,
Whether by concepts I fail to comport,
Or elements that cannot make a sum,
I take some pride in the accomplishment
Of tying Shakespeare’s sonnets, just in number,
Though naturally, I cannot but lament
That by his muses I am not encumbered.
Though Shakespeare is the star to my frail barque,
I’m still on course to intercept Petrarch.
I have no idea how many Petrarch wrote (were they all to Laura?), but tying Shakespeare is not to be sneezed at!
There are 317 sonnets in Petrarch’s Canzoniere (though the rest of the 366 were other forms including 9 sestinas (!)), so if I manage to keep up the pace, I should pass him in November. August, if I’m only counting the first section (277 sonnets). And I believe the whole cycle is about love for Laura, both in life and in death.
This perfectly entertaining sonnet/story encourages me to delve further into your blog for much more of the same. Nice work – Plutarch would laud your very attempt.
Gosh, thank you so much! As expected for a daily writing project, some days are more profound/entertaining than others, but I’m delighted that this one hit the spot for you. Thank you so much for reading and commenting!