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, November 24, 2010

11/24
Sonnets From Other Lives: Alden

Blow winds blow—a smile cracks his cheeks.
He’s leery of a too obvious pun.
The girls should be calling him this week—
they’ve had time to sharpen up their tongues.
He’s ready for his fortnightly berating—
looking forward--if you have to know.
The storm will blow in soon—the air’s creating
a modern dance of tree & leaf & snow
flurries that portend incoming drama—
fool he is-- he hopes he may persuade
his children to forgive him & their mama
for shattering their family in this way.
O this is freedom—every moment bleeds .
One must then grant nature nature’s needs.
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  1. Rose LNovember 24, 2010 at 9:10 PM

    I keep reading your poems and delightfully enjoying them!

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