😱💀Sonnets💀😱
I know that I should have employed this genre in April. But, there are two very different and compelling reasons as to why I did not. First, as Eliot said, "April is the cruelest month." For me, April's constantly altering temperatures and humidity increase the severity of my symptoms with this MesS. Secondly, and much more importantly, the realization of this did not hit me until the middle of April, and, as I had already started my month of Haiku, I could not bring myself to change my path. Therefore, what follows is my first attempt at a month of English/Shakespearean sonnets.
Summer
As the days grow warmer, symptoms increase
In their frequency and severity.
I remain in my house, seeking surcease,
Guarding my cool air with ferocity.
Summer nights can be slightly bearable,
Providing shade from the malicious sun,
But humidity remains terrible,
Summer’s seasonal hell has now begun.
Air conditioning will also relieve
And abate the constantly climbing heat.
With cooler air granting me a reprieve.
I will not be subdued, face defeat!
Yet, despite the heat, I will abide
To watch my children as they play outside.
-Josh Evitt 2019
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