- It has nine lines
- The first line has 9 syllables, the second 8 syllables, the third 7 syllables until the ninth line which has one syllable.
- Has an iambic meter (stress every other syllable) An iamb or iambus is a metrical foot used in various types of poetry. Originally the term referred to one of the feet of the quantitative meter of classical Greek prosody: a short syllable followed by a long syllable (as in delay). This terminology was adopted in the description of accentual-syllabic verse in English, where it refers to a foot comprising an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable (as in a-bove).
OURS IS...
The morning smells young and sweet today
as the sun caresses the dew
the horizon shadows melt
like the snows to springs touch
rivers trickling
softly sweeping
renew life
waking
us
Birds
chirping
songs of old
wings are spreading
taking freedoms flight
flapping, soaring, gliding,
one with the morning skyline
fleeting moments in the grand scheme
Today, the morning smells young and sweet
Beautiful
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Yes I love Spring!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much my new friends, Both of you have TONS of beautiful writes, I am honored.
ReplyDeleteThis is just beautiful. You have such creativity.
ReplyDeleteThank you Susie...
ReplyDeleteYou are so talented too !! LOVE YOUR WHOLE BLOG !!
THank you for joining ours !
Wow! What a creative form. I've never seen a nonnet before. :-)
ReplyDeleteHi Rachel..
ReplyDeletethere are a ton of fun forms out there and we will try them all here if it is possible... I took liberties with this one by doing the reverse with it, but I like to mix things up sometimes !!
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ReplyDeletelove it
your nonnet
makes me feel good
with those birds chirping
and the rivers trickling
a taste of heaven on earth
if today it's this sweet and good
then there's much more in eternity
:)
I have run out of words to describe your work JL. I have to fall back on AMAZING!!!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Makes me wish even more for spring to finally come... :)
ReplyDeleteI like it - I tried to do one that was a mirror image - almost but could quite do it
ReplyDeleteenjoyable nonnet
How short and hard this life may appear
ReplyDeleteOn losing those we hold so dear
Full of hurt and full of fear
Short on joy, short on cheer.
Overwhelming pain,
Hope on the wane
Constant drain
Insane
Loss
Parted
Pain darted
Broken hearted
A new time started
Stumbling through each new day
Learning peace along the way
Finding comfort in things folk say
The price of love is loss and we pay.
This is for my friend Posh who died, aged 41, suddenly on Thursday.
FairyLander responses ...
ReplyDeleteJackie and Gypsy's Zoo of Love (Florida) wrote
2 days, 4 hours ago
Going to see Rango with my best boy
I am so glad its not in 3D
Popcorn and raisinets for me
Maybe some nachos too
Dyl likes sour patch kids
They hurt my tounge
Lots of junk
we eat
Yum!!
xoxoxox
Lynne and Inki wrote
1 day, 17 hours ago
My toes are so cold, my nose is red,
Going to stay here in my bed,
Tucked up cosy, warm and snug,
Just like a little bug.
Close my eyes have dreams,
Of sunny beams,
On my brow,
Come now,
Sleep.
Dreams,
Now real,
Heat I feel,
Eyes wide, the sun?
Hibernation done.
Time to wake and wonder,
From my safe hole down under,
Need food for my empty tummy,
Time to forage for something yummy.
Sarah and Divinity Joy Lovealot wrote
2 days, 2 hours ago
Floating in a wide sea of limbo
Not knowing what to think or feel
How does one stand still or move
When it seems so unreal
Do i keep hoping
Or give up
And accept
Grief
It hurts
But what if
we prolong pain
Does it get better
Or do we just delay
The connection that we seek
We sadly sink in aimless quest
Trusting faithfully that love knows best