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, January 31, 2011

Sonnets From Other Lives: Abbi

She reminds herself that she's alive
by checking regularly in the mirror
& talking constantly. So does she strive
so to connect because it's clearer
to her that the air she's breathing
is lacking in something--perhaps her voice?
Anyway whatever thing she's needing
to feel complete has left her with a choice:
To sit in silence waiting for some wisdom
or fill the air with every passing thought.
For her this is the way that life is done:
Share it all now. Everything you've got.
She's telling mirror mirror on the wall
everything she knows--saying it all.

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