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.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

10/14
Sonnets From Other Lives: Sol

The sixth toss of the coins comes up a six--
Great Heaviness--number 28.
The wood beneath the lake, (a flood) & this:
The Judgment:  It seems the weight is great.
No shit Sherlock.  The bank called again.
His poor 401K has turned to crap
& now with Sue laid off it's up to him
to come up with another well to tap.
The load is heavy; the support is weak.
Spooky, man.  What is it with this thing?
Every since the '60's he's been freaked
by the synchronicities of the I Ching.
Sol sought ancient wisdom--up this came:
Swamped by circumstances.  But no blame.
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  1. P. A .HofmannOctober 14, 2010 at 6:54 PM

    Just wanted to write one where someone consults an oracle & the I Ching is the only one I know anything about. I picked a hexagram at random and made up a story to fit the situation. I kinda want to do another one--it's fun.

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