Scavenger Hunt (Nonet)

by Sylvia   Apr 17, 2012


Thoughts explore menacing memories
buried deep beneath the surface
scroonched amid hellish chaos,
withered away by time.
Echos of the past
whisper, begone
skedaddle.
Triumph.
Thrive.

Copyright © 2012 Sylvia All Rights Reserved

Nonet
A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc... until line nine that finishes withone syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.

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  • 10 years ago

    by Robert Gardiner

    Superb Nonet Sylvia!!!

  • 10 years ago

    by Redangelwings

    Okay Sylvia. First I must say I saw nothing wrong here.
    Now. The flow of the poem was great and even better you did a reverse nonet which impresses me most. Here's a few thoughts from me.

    I believe that memories are there for a reason good or bad. When they turn up it can be a terrible thing to feel I agree. I loved the wording you used here though. It fits well and I was impressed because it's very difficult to use a certain amount of words in a small space. I love the line withered away by time. Because people say time heals all wounds. I feel that is sorta true and sorta not. If your memories haunt you then it's hard to move on and heal. The past is hard to deal with so much. Anyway. The poem overall is great and holds a great message. Well done.

  • 11 years ago

    by Ray Blue

    Your awesome poem reminds me of a song-

    Pressed between pages
    Flowers will die
    Stories may end as time passes by
    You and I will always be

    Against the changing time...lasting memories.

  • 11 years ago

    by Steven Beesley

    So lovely to read, I have not done a Nonet is quite a while. I think I may just be persuaded to do one now.

    Very talented, well done!

  • 11 years ago

    by kelleyana

    After reading this poem, i pause for a while while thinking of it's deep meaning. Most times i wish i had a selective mind, but there is something that we don't have any control over and that is our minds. Sometimes when we think that the past is behind than like a flash fire, it returns to the surface. Another thing, i admire how you take on some challenge and at the end you made something wonderful. Keep on writing and now through this poem i find the motivation to write again.