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Post by Brian on Jul 18, 2018 11:32:27 GMT -6
Murphy's wake ran late into the night
we're rising with the breaking dawn
peering through our bleary eyes
hazy thoughts while holding
our thundering heads
we're wondering
who has the
whisky
jar
Brian Paul Sullivan © 2007 |
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Post by QueenFoxy on Jul 18, 2018 12:39:49 GMT -6
Love the form, Brian?
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Post by Brian on Jul 18, 2018 16:19:22 GMT -6
Thank you Foxy.
It's called a nonet. It's a nine line poem where the first line has nine syllables and they decrease by one.
The width of the lower lines shouldn't exceed the line above it.
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Post by lostineternity99 on Jul 19, 2018 6:59:22 GMT -6
A very nice nonet, Brian and having had an Irish mother ... this is very true!
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Post by Brian on Jul 20, 2018 1:55:12 GMT -6
LOL Rick. I've been to one. A different sort of grieving but one that is maybe better than some I've experienced.
It's cool having a Celtic background. Lots of history and fun tales.
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See you all more tomorrow. Happy Friday/weekend everyone 
