What it is

June 2010: In a desperate attempt to stave off senility, the monkey began writing a poem a day. By summer's end he'd begun to run out of versified political rants and philosophical bloviations. Then he hit on the improbable idea of writing micro fiction in the form of Elizabethan sonnets. Eureka. The birth of the "Sonnets From Other Lives" series. Two hundred plus lives later, he's still at it.

Saturday, July 31, 2010

7/31

a sojourn
on bare talus
(not far off the trail)
we fail to note
the falling cloud cap
trapping us
in gray white mist

on barren rock
cairn blazes useless--
invisible from above

a reconnoiter fails
to find the trail--
we could whistle & shout--
instead choose to wait it out--
preferring silence to the loud
betrayal of this space-- to be
displaced is small discomfort
to one who acclimates
to waiting
lost in clouds
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  1. P. A .HofmannAugust 16, 2010 at 4:41 PM

    Another foggy morning setting off memories: Karen & I getting lost above Spray Park on Mt. Rainier

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