Ugh. Some days it’s hard to get anything done… today was one of those days. I chose to do a nonet which is a poem that begins with a 9 syllable line and each proceeding line has one less syllable until the 9th line which is one syllable. It seems like it should be easy, right?

Not so much. For today:

Untitled Nonet

He saw his future there in her eyes
clear skies and sunny afternoons
walking along mountain trails
dancing in the starlight
always arm in arm
until the day
she left him
alone
done.

©2021 Tim Geoghegan

Cheers!