Caveat: Poem #1148 Jared Way 2019-09-22, 06:03 A Daily Poem / My Poetry & Fiction / Nonnet So... Sunday. The thing is... the days, they blur... a string of mornings, awoken out of dreams, undifferentiated. Then the calendar lays guidelines, steers thoughts away from simple being. – a reverse nonnet Previous PostCaveat: Tree #262 Next PostCaveat: Tree #263 Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *CommentName* Email* Website Save my name, email, and site URL in my browser for next time I post a comment.