These recent days of hazy weather
give midday sun a sunset feel,
so fall in Daehan Minguk
becomes, through memory,
pale Tenochtitlan
in mid Winter,
and the air
tastes like
gold.
– a nonnet
One comment
Bob Gehrenbeck
You have written many great nonnets lately. I happened to have time to comment on this one. I don’t know how much you think about meter in your nonnets, but I like the rhythm of this one, and the imagery, focused on the word gold, works really well. The poem reminded me of visiting Tenochtitlan with you many, many years ago!
You have written many great nonnets lately. I happened to have time to comment on this one. I don’t know how much you think about meter in your nonnets, but I like the rhythm of this one, and the imagery, focused on the word gold, works really well. The poem reminded me of visiting Tenochtitlan with you many, many years ago!