As you calmly walk along— neither
Tooting french horn nor banging gong;
Simply humming a cheery
Unhearable ant song–
Mighty finger from
The sky squashes
You until
You plum
Die.
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Aug 15, 2011 @ 16:13:05
Thanks for joining us with such lovely and great shots! LG Tina
Aug 15, 2011 @ 16:28:12
Thank you! I’m glad to share–thank you so much for hosting
It is like a cluster of cotton balls, soft and inviting.
Aug 15, 2011 @ 16:15:14
Thats so wonderful – like walking on cotton wool
Thanks for sharing!
Aug 16, 2011 @ 02:35:36
A lovely image and I really like your poem.
Aug 16, 2011 @ 04:14:34
Thank you! This is definitely one of my stranger poems–not sure where it came from exactly, though I certainly hate ants (they always get into my house). I like to picture the “finger from the sky” appearing through those clouds
Sep 15, 2011 @ 00:22:10
This is my first exposure to Nonet poetry. I thnk you for that. I now plan on trying to write one myself. Well written! Well done!
Sep 15, 2011 @ 02:23:47
Wonderful! I’m so thankful for poets who introduce me to new forms. I currently have a list of five or six that I am determined to try. So glad I could introduce this form to you and look forward to reading your nonet. Thanks