Once again I lingered in the night
I wake to an unwelcome guest
Summer’s aged hand strokes me
She is saying good-bye
Prepare now before
I slip away
Those deep hues called me out as I dove in unaware of the ocean’s depth
Pale and nearsighted, waters stole my breath
Flowers in winter cocoon in seed buried deep
Might I loosen my lungs, will I drown
Still I scour, breathless
Have I labored all only to lose precious
Time searching what is below the surface
To what purpose has a long winter if no
Fruit blossoms in spring
dversepoets.com The challenge was a choice of two. I decided to try both. I am on a break. Can you tell?
Prompt 1: Write NINE-LINE VERSE(S), taking ONE of the following lines so that each consecutive word becomes the start of the next line of your poem. Keep the word order and repeat the pattern for more verses.
- Those/ pale /flowers /might /still /have/ time/ to /fruit (cite Borowicz)
- Summer/ is /leaving/ too/ exchanging/ its/ gold/ for brass (cite Lawrenson)
- West/ mountains/ erased/ with/ azure/ into/ Spring/cool/ nights (cite Murray)
Prompt 2. For those who like a syllabic challenge, I invite you to write a NONET – a nine line poem that begins with 9 syllables, descending line by line to 1 syllable.
Select ONE of these 9 syllable lines as your opener (or more if you wish to write several nonets)