Caveat: Nonnet #91 “The whirlwind”

(Poem #109 on new numbering scheme)

Clouds
pile up
and they push
against the vague,
hazy horizons.
A wind from the northwest
grasps at the recumbent leaves
so that they panic and protest,
leaving them coldly disconsolate.

– a reverse nonnet
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One comment

  1. Bob Gehrenbeck

    I don’t feel that I often make insightful comments about your poetry, except to say that I like certain poems a great deal. This is one of them! I love the sounds of the consonants as they “pile up” in the poem.

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