…a Nonet is a nine line poem, with the first line containing nine syllables, the next eight, and so on, until the last line has one syllable. So allow your syllables to FALL and write a brilliantly hued poem in keeping with the spirit of the Autumn Equinox.

Autumn’s Fair

A crimson heart leaf fluttering
Floating steadily silent
Through golden rays captured
In arms warmed secure
And steadfastly

by Superior Hiking, CC BY 2.0
By Superior Hiking, CC BY 2.0

CB, 17Sep14, INFORM POETS: Septolet

…A poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create an image.

Always to Stay

Through you
Meandering into
Thoughts of you…

Let us never forget

By Mani Babbar Photography, CC BY NC-NC 2.0
By Mani Babbar Photography, CC BY NC-ND 2.0


Ice Cream Prose On a Warm Summer Day

Be free this day and ever after too
To melt the sun with ice cream laughter. Find
Them there to share sweet words, so good for blues.

Spill droplets cool in shady patterns kind
For souls who have been there and know same mind.

Sprinkle their lives, mix flavors learned, for they
Won’t go so easily. Wend words… they may.

Ice Cream Parlor
By Janine, CCA 2.0


On A Roll

He made me laugh through our darkest of days,
So many, many hours ended that way.
Let loose! Let loose! With laughter then,
Who knows when we shall laugh again?
Sit here real close, let me tell you once more:
Let loose your laughter! We fell to the floor!

“Loud! A raucous!” They started to say,
But we didn’t care, just laughed anyway!
“Hush up! Hush up!” Not spoken out,
It would not quiet laughter’s shout.
So, stopping well short of that which they brought,
“Hush up” was something they left there in thought.

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CB, 7May14, IN-FORM POETS: Wrapped Refrain


So much beauty in our bright world
Colors, textures, the sounds are swirled
And though the light’s not always right
Essence remains through day, through night
Unaffected beautifully. Dark drowns, it’s plea
Lost in frothy seas, whirling in so much beauty

There, motionless, its siren rests
Muffled below, in sandy nests
To surface on a rising wave
It crashes and echoes a cave
Then smoothing out, it quiets down, in warming dress
Which did enwrap that lonely peak, there, motionless.

Deep Space
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