Embers to Stars
On a still night with the light of flames
rising from a bank of embers
beneath slowly settling logs,
we gaze into the sky,
wordless communion
of awed silence.
Skies ablaze
kindle
awe.
I have revised yesterday’s poem as a nonet in response to Day 9 at napowrimo.net, in which we’re asked to write a nonet ~ a poem of nine lines and a syllable count of 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1, with rhyme optional.
My first nonet was written in 2015. Go to this link to read my collection.
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I knew this prompt was for you! I remember you went through quite a nonet-writing phase. 😏
An evocative poem.
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😀 Thank you., Merril,.
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You’re welcome, Ken! 😊
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Awed.
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Thank you.
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My pleasure.
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You get the cadence of thus form just right. (K)
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Thank you.
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