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.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

12/10
Sonnets From Other Lives: Amber

The insect trapped in amber at her throat
could be taken as a metaphor.
Somewhere in her journal she once wrote
about a dream in which she walked out of a door
into a world of water ankle deep
extending outward--covering her yard.
Luminescent fish swam at her feet
as rays of light extended from her heart
chakra like a bright electric torch.
She labors to turn vision into art
but the paintings leave the inner image scorched
& tattered—fossilized & trapped
forever like a lump of hardened sap.
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