Gobble, gobble, Mr. Tom Turkey
strutting around the grassy yard.
Scratching grubs up from the dirt
he is growing big and fat.
We will pluck and dress him,
cook in the oven
for Thanksgiving
delicious
turkey
feast.
This is a nonet, a nine line poem with nine syllables in the first line and then one less syllable in each successive line, ending with a one syllable line. Can you try writing your own nonet today? Have fun writing.
Joy,
ReplyDeleteI love how you challenge yourself to write a poem that fits a pattern. That's patience in action.
Linda,
DeleteWhen my creativity stumbles and I can't think what to write, I go to form to help me out. And, of course, some forms are easier than others : )