GUESTBOOK 128 (2015): “Monkey Me” (by Shannon Vance & Kevin Keelan)


Swinging from the treetops

my arms grow tired

and throb and ache


I let myself fall


at last my pre-history prayers




I stand

naked on the wet grass

my hair

glistening with dew

my beard, burning with


From a distance

through the thicket of jungle

I see

I am

at last

evolved into myself.


(© 8- 17- 79)



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2 Responses to GUESTBOOK 128 (2015): “Monkey Me” (by Shannon Vance & Kevin Keelan)

  1. ynez fernandez-reyes says:

    Love your poem! It’s fun and I share the feelings . The treetops are fun to visit, but don’t want to live there (smile) My response below to Monkey Me:
    I am in the dream returning
    Wind blown and bland…
    A broken bottle on the sand…
    So many times not knowing…
    That I am….Asleep….Dreaming….
    Until I feel the rhythm of the sea….
    Move, as the life that lives in me,
    Until my sleep is wakened evermore.
    Until I Am a brilliant and vast chasm
    Of the Sun….once more.


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