Sonetto Pandemia № 1

Photo by&#160;<a href="https://unsplash.com/@jothamsutharson?utm_source=unsplash&#38;utm_medium=referral&#38;utm_content=creditCopyText">Sam Jotham Sutharson</a>&#160;on&#160;<a href="https://unsplash.com/s/photos/smoke-at-dawn?utm_source=unsplash&#38;utm_medium=referral&#38;utm_content=creditCopyText">Unsplash</a><br/><br/>I never learned to love the sun; it singsan optimistic tune I can't describewith any words I own. The sweetness stingsand, yet, it is the medicine prescribedfor every grief that ails me: shattersoul,myriad strains of sorrow that infectthe humors and the bones, the tainted whole.The maladies devour sans respectfor how I would inhale: a hopeful air,the glimmering of dawn still on the sky;the day ahead bedecked with promise, fair,without a weary voice that wonders whythe constellations swear their evil shape,celestial lines forestalling all escape.<br/><br/>&#8212;So I&#8217;ve been feeling not great the last few weeks. Ever since the new year, most of my creative energy&#8212;what little there is&#8212;has been channeled into my novel. And everything else has suffered. Today was the first time in a long while that I felt a poem rise up in me. So here it is.<br/><br/>In other news, my favorite (currently living) poet is teaching classes that start next month. They&#8217;re out of my price range, but, thankfully, she has a scholarship form, so I&#8217;m going to put my name in for that and hope for the best.<br/><br/>I hope that you and yours are all doing well. <br/><br/>Get full access to Sonnets &c. at <a href="https://zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast">zjppoetry.substack.com/subscribe</a>