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INFORM POETS – NONET

Since yesterday was the first FULL day of Autumn, we will FALL back on an old favorite form, the Nonet.

As you recall, a Nonet is a nine line poem, with the first line containing nine syllables, the next eight, so on until the last line has one syllable.

So allow your syllables to FALL and write a brilliantly hued poem in keeping with the spirit of the Autumnal Equinox!

WALT’S NONET:

ALL THINGS AUTUMNAL

It seems the year has been so fleeting,
and some moments bear repeating.
Soon, the foliage will change
rearranging this scene.
The air is cool, chill
right to the bone.
Home is where
the hearth
glows.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2014

 

 

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104 thoughts on “INFORM POETS – NONET

  1. None, Yet.
    (a nonet)

    Can you feel our syllables fading,
    a fall-fraying between the lines?
    If time ticks us off so far,
    can you imagine what
    kind of star will stay,
    shine-say what to
    do when two
    be, come
    one.

  2. CHANGING OF THE SEASONS

    Then Lady Summer waves sweet goodbye,
    greeting on her pathway through time
    incoming Fall with basket
    of multicolored leaves
    to replace the green
    upon which birds
    took their shade
    and sang
    songs.

    #

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  4. Kaleidoscope

    Autumn undulates with gold and bronze
    trees heed nature’s sure messages
    umber lumbers down in arcs
    crimson spills in broad sweeps,
    forest floor transforms –
    yellow – orange
    leaves soften
    to brown…
    Fall.

    Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2014

  5. Darlene Franklin on said:

    First line comes from a letter. . .

    Stew simmering and cornbread baking
    Indian corn in red and brown
    Orange pumpkins, acorn squash
    Bobbing, eating apples
    Cranberries in bogs
    Ducks and turkeys
    Leaves burning
    Smells of
    Fall

  6. Darlene Franklin on said:

    Lovely indeed, Walt! This year has been fleeting indeed.

  7. Withered

    Withered hands, we fall and wreath the grass,
    Are we so frail this north wind’s blast
    Can so easily pluck us,
    Withered hands, and toss us
    To and fro at will?
    The cold wind kills,
    We’re not as
    We once
    Were…

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  9. Clear

    I watched a woman with confidence
    to be still in herself. Silent
    when words were insufficient
    to reveal what she knew.
    She sat in the midst
    of swirled noise
    and she said,
    All is
    truth.

  10. Diving into Autumn

    A sea of green, wave after wave, sways
    all summer long now fades and is
    smudged boldly with red and gold
    then looses its frail hold
    and wafts to the ground
    brown, crisp neath foot
    raked in piles
    jumping
    child.

  11. William Preston on said:

    A NONET OF NOT

    Niggardly folks are full of nevers:
    never exulting in sunrise;
    never noticing moonglow;
    never gazing at stars;
    never aspiring;
    never wishing;
    never gay;
    ever
    nay.

    copyright 2014, William Preston

  12. An Early Halloween Tale

    She heard creaking, squeaking, knob rattling
    With heart thumping, she grabbed her phone.
    No signal! Locks were secure,
    then, bone-chilling cackle.
    Lights flickered; she saw
    a green witch, who
    grabbed her leg.
    She screamed,
    HELP!

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  14. this is bad but I’m posting it anyway. I hope to come up with something better if time allows.

    We are Trees

    We all begin as saplings, so small,
    but quickly grow to stand so tall,
    with leaves abundant, first green,
    that will change unforeseen;
    colored leaves then dry.
    As they fall
    our souls
    fly.

  15. Helping with Seventh-grade Math Homework Kicks my Butt

    because my math skills are limited
    to plus and minus (paying bills),
    tracking mileage on roadtrip,
    and counting syllables
    for form poetry.
    In Autumn I
    count leaves left
    on the
    trees.

    I
    do not
    have much need
    for algebra
    or geometry.
    I’d much rather learn the
    arc of a circles of friends,
    their hugs like a circumference
    of love and strength when I need them most.

  16. september

    those sultry, sweet, sticky August days
    are tucked in a drawer packed with
    summertimes. soon enough, the
    enticing blank canvas
    of summer will rest
    on your easel
    waiting for
    you to
    paint.

  17. Wm Preston on said:

    TRANSIENCE

    Now is the time for colors to sing;
    now is the time that migrants wing:
    some leaving on a journey,
    some arriving to call
    and stay the winter
    On the move, all
    life grins when
    autumn
    comes.

    copyright 2014, William Preston

  18. connielpeters on said:

    Wistful Winds

    O, why can’t it always be autumn?
    Sunny afternoons, chilly nights
    Crispy, crackling, swishing leaves
    Inciting adventure
    Creativity
    Exploration
    Oranges, Reds
    Yellows
    Gold

  19. connielpeters on said:

    I love fall and all of these poems. Erin, it’s good to see you back.

  20. PICTURE PERFECT

    As summer colors begin to fade,
    a palette of fall’s vibrant hues
    prepares for patient brushstrokes
    to cover green landscapes
    in autumn delights,
    painted with love
    by the skilled
    artist’s
    hand.

    © Susan Schoeffield

  21. RJ Clarken on said:

    Nonet for a Non-STEM STEM Student

    Physics and Pre-Calc are disciplines
    which are designed for better minds
    than mine. Still, I plug away
    in the hope I will get
    a stroke of genius
    which will balance
    formulas
    with ‘X’.
    Y?

    B
    cause. C,
    I can’t2
    left and right brain
    with adverbs, nouns and
    quadratic equations.
    I work out plots, rhymes and sums
    in my dreams, but they make no sense.
    By my calculations, I am null.

    ###

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  23. (Poem w/image: http://lettheballoonssailmeaway.wordpress.com)

    Autumn’s Fair

    A crimson heart leaf fluttering
    Floating steadily silent
    Through golden rays captured
    In arms warmed secure
    And steadfastly
    Enraptured
    Soundless,
    Fair.

  24. Darlene Franklin on said:

    And another: untitled at the moment

    Freedom for one means freedom for all
    What choices can be made, alone?
    Their walls limit liberty
    Power seized, power lost
    No wonder the world
    Hesitates
    To be
    Free

  25. A CHILLING OBSERVATION

    When summer warmth is over and done,
    the autumn breeze attacks the trees
    and earth receives dying leaves.
    The air is crisp and wisps
    of smoke will evoke
    the need for tweed
    since heat beats
    the bold
    cold.

    © Susan Schoeffield

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  28. LIFE’S AUTUMNAL EQUINOX

    A time to bridge hot summer days to
    long winter nights: comfortable
    season of Fall. The pace of
    our days, like familiar
    back-to-school routines.
    Our hearts are warm
    like the hearth
    of our
    home.

    2014-09-25
    P. Wanken

    Poem accompanied with photo, here: http://whenwordsescape.wordpress.com/2014/09/25/lifes-autumnal-equinox/

  29. AUTUMNAL GAMES

    A tree creates an obstacle course
    for a great game of hide and seek.
    Up its trunk, over its limbs
    then running through debris
    of leafy tunnels.
    Treasure seekers?
    Or could they
    just be
    nuts?

    © Susan Schoeffield

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