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.