Another Morning Star

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 withContinue reading “Another Morning Star”