Something different this week. Well, it was to me. A nonet is a nine line poem with a syllable pattern of: 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1. Simple. If you like, you can call your poem a stanza and add as many of them as you like. For symmetry, I added a second stanza going backwards, working up to nine syllables.
As it’s the 11th of November today, an appropriate theme would be war in any of its forms, taken from any angle.
Along the brow of the hill, poppies,
Wind ripples, red petals blowing.
Voices whisper messages:
Seek no heroism,
No glory in death,
To the wind.
Roots stir the deep earth,
White graves empty of bones,
Full of grief and wasted lives.
Yearn not for pomp and circumstance,
Nothing’s so sweet as the blackbird’s song.