Your rapier sharp words joint my heart
shards of love I pluck from the void
the melancholic cricket
sings laments every night
vows float like debris
sleep eludes me
sit by me
let’s count
scars
Because it’s a Saturday, write in a specific form – the nonet! A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second has eight, and so on until you get to the last line, which has just one syllable.
Also Val has asked us to write a nonet or write a poem using the word “joint” and “bent”.
I am also sharing another poem written for Val’s scavenger hunt. She says, write a Cascade poem or write a poem using the word “limber”.
As I limber up for a month of writing
I worry if I’ve taken too much on my plate
but writing is what satiates my soul.
All kinds of thoughts rush through my mind
does being prolific a poet make, I wonder
as I limber up for a month of writing.
Shouldn’t poetic ideas incubate for a while
marinate properly in creative juices
I worry if I’ve taken too much on my plate.
Abandon the idea and step back should I
who likes half-baked amateurish verses
but writing is what satiates my soul.
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