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.
My spine atingle as I prepare to start A festival of poetry that excites me most A poem a day I commit to write.
I hope to keep my resolve to participate I need my readers’ support as I embark My spine atingle as I prepare to start.
I do write poems, most everyday But there’s something so motivating about this month A festival of poetry that excites me most!
I take a deep breath as my fingers are poised No going back or stopping once I begin A poem a day I commit to write.
(I will be posting a poem or maybe two everyday this entire month. I look forward to your support and encouragement, at the same time I understand that reading every blog is not possible! Drop in whenever you can.)