Driving the long, black ribbon highway,
nothing to see, sand and sagebrush.
The wind whips sandy eddies,
at the side of the road
grow yellow mustard,
pink wildflowers.
Here two weeks
then gone--
spring.
I drove across the desert to Los Angeles yesterday, so I saw lots of desert. Its quiet beauty quickly changes. We are rushing all too fast toward summer. I wonder how many days we have left before we have temperatures over 100. My drive inspired this nonet. Can you try writing your own nonet today?.
This poem is part of Poetry Friday, hosted today by Greg at GottaBook
pussy willows in a canning jar
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water up to their shoulders
little puffs of soft down
green and white marbles
slowly roots push
out the stems
puff balls
fall
What a fun form! I've gotta try more of these!
I don't think I'm spending enough time trying some of your ideas, Joy. I just started my spring break so will work hard to write according to your structures and ideas. They are good. I love the poem, can't imagine living where 100 degrees is a norm, sometimes even cool. These flowers, here then gone are like our mountain wildflowers too-so brief. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteI never heard of this form before. I really like what you've done with it.
ReplyDeleteNicely done, Joy. Your nonet reads naturally and builds to what feels like an answer to a riddle. I'm going to try this form!
ReplyDeleteBoth yours and Andi's are perfect for the form!
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