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.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

11/28
Sonnets From Other Lives: Miriam

Harlequin ducks ride the swirling rip
tide as it boils around the point.
Connoisseurs of chaos—she would quip—
always at the ready to anoint
events with some reflected meaning—
hard it is to just let events be—
there she is out on the headland gleaning
phrases to put into poetry.
An eagle takes the wind into the west—
she’s wanting an abstruser metaphor—
freedom is too easy & at best
it’s just another hungry carnivore.
The sky is grey & flat. The wind is terse.
The air is cold & clear & free of verse.
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