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, November 4, 2010


 
11/4
Sonnets From Other Lives:  Aster
 
There--a short-eared owl perched on a snag
that stood out like a watchtower on the heath.
Aster pulled her binos from her bag,
& focused on him.  Beautiful. When she
verified the species in the worn
Roger Tory Peterson field guide
her father gave her.  Now that he is gone,
she keeps his book & field glasses alive
with these walks.  The owl launches from his perch
& rides upon the weighted atmosphere,
skimming on the landscape in its search.
The first time that her father brought her here,
he was still a giant & she held his hand
and listened, though she didn’t understand.
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