Listening to the world around us can yield some interesting bits of conversation. We used these as fodder for our poems this week. For our form, we revived the Nonet making use of the declining syllable count – a FALLing count to celebrate the first days of Autumn.
Barbara Young had strung her lines together to offer this untitled poem which earns the Bloom.
Untitled by Barbara Young
Like rain, a train is all trains.
Within my radius are tracks in use,
tracks halfway to disintegration;
south, west, east, northbound,
squat down, pick a bale of cotton.
Packing for a big move is always a pain.
What’s brilliant about French
health care is they pay pregnant women
to stay home. This week: what does
gender have to do with it.At night I listen
to the train. Come audition for The Voice.
The world is full of car insurance.
(C) Barbara Young, 2014
The word play of this piece flows in a gentle downward cascade and is indicative of our poet’s inimitable style. De Jackson earns the Bloom with “None, Yet”.