Return of the Sonnet

© Ron Villejo

In the first handful of months in 2011, I wrote poetry as I were simply breathing.  I was an odd Midas.  It was as if anything I touched - saw, heard - immediately became poetry.  I wrote 479 poems by the end of April, to be perfectly exact.  

Then, the next four months, the number was zero.

Come September, my poetry stirred up again.  I had had a recursive, non-linear year, so far, and "Return of the Sonnet" heralded that stirring up.

As I conceptualized my recitation, my poem made me think of René Magritte.