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, February 17, 2011

Sonnets From Other Lives: Lucy

She folded herself into the Half Lotus—
found her Center—Mantra—Ideation—
Breath—did her damndest not to notice
the sound collage of her monkey mind’s creation.
Should she get milk before picking up the kids
or hassle with them in the shopping cart?
She blows the thought out—then breathes in
pure light energy while suppressing a fart.
Should have had the salad—lets that go
& comes back to her center once again.
Eventually she finds a quiet zone
where she drifts behind her busy thoughts. But then
her mobile rings loudly & breaks the spell.
It could have been Nirvana—who can tell?
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