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”.

None, Yet. by De Jackson
(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

(C) De Jackson, 2014

Congratulations Barbara and De on your Blooms. Wonderful responses, from all our poets!