A nonet poem
She is at home in words not spoken,
The silence comes with a cute pout,
Her wrath is a morning star,
Hot, fast, and short to last,
Flickered from the past,
Those twinkling eyes,
Shine on me,
Burning,
Wrath,
Written to contrast Morning Star, a poem about love.
This is my second nonet; a nine lined poem with a syllable count that descends from 9 – 1 as your work down the lines.
Original poem by © Darius the Mate
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It’s a beautiful creation/art
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Thank you Kevin – I think the two poems improve one another.
Humbled by your reading.
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They do, welcome.
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