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Fenced from memory I gaze up

Words freed from imagination

Longing whispers into blue

Incantations I spell

With rhythmic cadence

Crafting digits

Mark the white

Becomes

Verse.

∞

Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo).

Today’s prompt:  Day Nine:  “Today, because it’s a Saturday, I thought I’d try a prompt that asks you to write in a specific form – the nonet! A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second has eight, and so on until you get to the last line, which has just one syllable.”

30 Poems in 30 Days

All text and photography © Dale Schierbeck

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