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.

Friday, September 3, 2010

9/1
Being chary
of fulminate
voices, of incendiary
blasts from  the disputant
bloviators who harry
with dissonant
blasts of mercenary
conviction, I fear the covenant
with rationality has been buried--
rendered irrelevant
by these diversionary
meme blasts.  The incognizant
confuse reality with the imaginary.
Askant
we watch. Wary
lest noise finally completely supplant
truth.
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  1. P. A .HofmannSeptember 3, 2010 at 3:11 PM

    The game is: Pick two rhymes at random from the dictionary and then try to write free verse in an a-b-a-b pattern. The poem's are kinda crap but I'm going to come back and play again, I'm sure.

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