waves (nonet)

wistfully she gazes out to sea
as the waves crest and kiss the skies
missing that which you can’t see
but you feel her longing
deep in her disguise
the home she left
behind to
claim her
prize

*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.

permanent

i have a tattoo between my breasts
inked there for a boy i once loved
long gone now though ink remains
forever there it taints
constant reminder
innocence fades
taunting me
my heart
caged

*Nonnet: A nonnet 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 nonnets may also have an iambic meter (stress on every other syllable).

Daily Prompt

Mindlessly

I’ve moved past from all the days wishing
you were living this life with me.
Did you ever dream the same –
do you like what you see?
Life moves on as we
follow along
mindlessly –
then we’re
gone.

*Originally published 4/10/14

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).

In Her Eyes (A Nonet)

Amber by giselleukardi
Amber by Giselleukardi on DeviantArt

For the first time in a long, long time
she felt beautiful in her eyes
her lips red from his kisses
arms warm from his embrace
long after he left
the bed still warm
but only
where he
lay

 

*From this prompt*

To Weave

You just inherited a dilapidated, crumbling-down grand mansion in the countryside. Assuming money is no issue, what do you do with it?

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Fix it, paint it, then call it my home
this is the place I’ll call my own
in the countryside where the
mornings, bliss; dreams bestowed
by sweet Seshat’s kiss,
to write, to read,
so many
tales to
weave.

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