The Storm (Nonet)

by Meena Krish   Sep 30, 2010


Clouds gather during this restless night
from a long deep breath sky exhales,
brutal wind sweeps through the land
the trees dance without grace,
mother nature wails
tears crash upon
earth, leaving
behind
pain.

A Nonet has 9 lines. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.
Line 1 has 9 syllabus
Line 2 has 8 syllabus
Line 3 has 7 syllabus
Line 4 has 6 syllabus
LIne 5 has 5 syllabus
Line 6 has 4 syllabus
Line 7 has 3 syllabus
Line 8 has 2 syllabus
Line 9 has 1 syllabus

    report violation
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  • 15 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    Meena what an excellent job you did with this. The image was perfection

  • 15 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Excellent work Meena, although it was a pity you used one syllable that was weak, I so dislike to see "the"in a short and powerful formatted poem, why not try:

    as trees dance without grace,

    This sounds far more poetical to me:)

    Well done, good wording, imagery

    5/5 Ingrid

  • 15 years ago

    by Lana

    Some great lines and expressions. I particularly like

    from a long deep breath sky exhales.

    Nice job.

  • 15 years ago

    by Ronald Edwards

    Meena
    Outstanding Nonet, well done :-)

  • 15 years ago

    by Sylvia

    Good job. Your words captured the essence of a storm.

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