Long line. He will get there before me.
Swing past the aisle. Don’t hesitate.
Make good time and beat him–quick!
Silver cylinder slung,
air in a can hung…
tube in his nose?
Eye meets eye.
–back up–
slow.
{This is for the prompt at Real Toads–Fussy Little Forms:Nonet. The nonet is 9 lines in a pattern of descending syllables. 9,8,7…1. These little forms are so much fun. This one is based on a personal experience about a month ago.}
That “backup” backs up this story too. Very interesting — I like that surprising midway rhyme. Well-penned.
I agree with you there – this is such a fun form.
-HA
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Thank you 😊
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Ahhh… nice of you to retreat and let this gentleman go first. I like this poem, really love the rhymes and sounds, not easy to pull off in such a restricted piece. Well done!
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Thanks Marian 🙂
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I have a feeling that there are times were you sometimes just have to give up…
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Oh, that was a surprise! Vividly written; a splendid use of the form.
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Thank you 🙂
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From quick to slow, from making time to eye meeting eye. So much movement and progression. I love the lessons here in connection. A pleasure to read!
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Thanks Victoria 🙂
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We’ve all been there – and usually I’m jubilant 🙂 But that would make me acquiesce as well!
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The race and the realization it doesn’t mean as much to win as it does to be kind.
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