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.

Monday, November 1, 2010

11/1
Sonnets From Other Lives:  Ilya                                                        

This autumn weather, he is thinking, wants Ravel,
a double macchiato & a walk
around the lake, but what the hell,
his I-pod opts for Yo Yo & the Bach.
Striding through the gate & down the lane,
the Suite for cello number one in G
sparkles in his caffeinated brain
like the morning light on golden autumn leaves.
A cloud of starlings rises from a field,
reforms & darts—a school of airborne fish.
His mind seeks out the real in the unreal--
the strings of universes that untwist
in a revelation that he gets
as an equation in the second minuet
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