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, August 22, 2010

8/22
winter vestage
holds to north
slope--flows
down--molding
stone--to a near
perfect sphere--
(shadows on cave
walls?) falls--
sojourns in
tarns--ponds--
lakes--takes
vaporous flight
into a welcoming
sky--or seeks
unity with
the sea to
repose & return
with winter's
snows...
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