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.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

9/29
Sonnets From Other Lives: Donald

Donald doesn't worry anymore.
The small stuff floats away like a balloon.
The dinner dishes done--he's out the door--
jogging underneath the gibbous moon.
The demons had their day but now they're done.
He's learned to take it one day at a time.
Drawing strength from all these solitary runs
& the brave New Balance driving every stride.
He'll head for home & help wrangle the twins,
cuddle puddle reading Charlotte's Web,
help them through the sweetly tragic end,
then tuck them  carefully into their beds.
He'll watch T.V.--make love to his wife
& thank God for another chance at life.
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