Unexpectedly, you lose your job. (Or a loved one. Or something or someone important to you.) What do you do next?
Photographers, artists, poets: show us LOSS.
Distance tempered the loss, but it’s there
Lingering still in the shadows
Too many words unspoken,
old promises broken
What’s left to do now?
You’re gone. Too late
to call you
to come
home.
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Nonet: A nonet is a type of poem which has nine lines, with the first line having 9 syllables, the second 8 syllables, the third 7 until the ninth line has only one. Some nonets may also have an iambic meter (stress on every other syllable).
Morrighan's Muse 