I've been spending time researching forms I haven't tried before. I'm actually pleased with how many new ones (new to me, at least) that I've found. This week I'd like to try the nonet. Here's a description of the form.
A nonet is a nine line poem. The first line containing nine syllables, the next line has eight syllables, the next line has seven syllables. That continues until the last line (the ninth line) which has one syllable. Nonets can be written about any subject. Rhyming is optional.
You can read more about this form and see a few examples at Poetry Dances - Nonet.
Leave me a note about your poem and I'll share the results in time for Poetry Friday.
Antiquity
ReplyDeleteBy Steven Withrow
Past the Greco-Roman exhibit
a mosaic of a lion—
Phoenician, informs the card,
a trader’s home decor,
three thousand years old,
glazed cubes of stone,
tesserae—
purple
claws.
Mom
ReplyDeleteMom in her pink bathrobe, face faded
to match her mother’s. She’s checking
her e-mail. The other night
she asked, “What’s a phoenix?”
How long till she asks,
“Who are you?” and
“Who am I?”
Till skies
fall?
--Kate Coombs, 2012
all rights reserved
Awesome poems Steven and Kate. I'll have give a nonet a try.
ReplyDeleteFascinating form, and Steven and Kate--really well done.
ReplyDeleteHere's mine:
Dawn Chorus: A Nonet
If you listen to the dawn chorus,
one ear open for your alarm,
you will miss all the music,
hear only the buzzing,
the information,
facts, and data,
no music,
no bird
song.
©2012 Jane Yolen All rights reserved
No, No, Nonet
ReplyDeleteDon’t know if I will ever tell you
how I feel—it’s just not something
i am likely to. because
you are someone, somewhere,
I knew once upon
a time—a time
and place no
longer
mine.
(c) julie krantz, 2012
Hi Tricia ~ happy to be back, discovering this form. Love all the previous nonets, and especially liking Julie's apt title.
ReplyDeleteWORDS CONCEAL
Staring at page, bare as vacant mind
its sheer breadth of utter starkness
pushes me to pick at nails
and patches of dry skin
feel eyes glaze over
as words conceal
their faces
hiding
out.
© 2012 Carol Weis All rights reserved
FAMILY HISTORY (FROM THE BOTTOM UP)
ReplyDeleteGramps huddled us grandkids together
then said, "When we were 22
your Grandmother and I built
this home each of you are
standing in, brick by
brick, side by side,
hand in hand,
heart to
heart."
(c) Charles Waters 2012 all rights reserved.
Lovely, Charles!
DeleteRight on. Thanks Carol!
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ReplyDeleteHi, Everyone--I've enjoyed all of these nonets--what a fun (and unusual) form!
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