Love, Hope, and Baseball

If William Shakespeare Were Alive Today

He would have written with me and for you, this sonnet of hope springs perennially

Shakespeare takes the mound to pitch to an uproariously hopeful crowd created by jules - Miz Mindful using CanvaPro and at the writer’s request (full design discretion to the artist)

What brings tears to eyes of both young and old
What fills the hearts of both men and women
When tales of triumph and defeat oft told
What always bakes hope in our hearts' ovens

Anticipation builds can’t wait for play
Perennial as tulip bulbs it springs
Nothing compares to this, the year’s best day
Of its taste in the air, songbirds do sing

Orioles, Blue Jays, Cardinals pipe proud
Braves, Dodgers, Yanks, haughtily stare them down
Many lights high and low will thrill the crowds
Months ere pass ‘til next year masks many frowns

We speak of the day no wins losses all
Opening day fast upon us — “Play ball!!”

A Few Poet’s Notes:

Form — A Shakespearean sonnet technically employs iambic pentameter in each of its 14 lines of three quartets and a concluding couplet with the following rhyme scheme…