Sigh…
tossing
and turning,
wishing for sleep,
a cacophony
erupts inside my head.
Worries, memories, to dos
flood the neural pathways instead
of soothing waves of restoration.
*Written as a nonet, the nine-line poem begins with a one-syllable line and builds to a nine-syllable line. Form idea courtesy of Irene Latham & Charles Waters from Dictionary for a Better World.
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Ugh, insomnia is so horrible. I deal with it often. I hope you get some rest tonight.
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Nonet are one of my favorite forms of poetry. I wrote one the other day for my Slice. I like your word choice of cacophony and your last two lines “flood the neural pathways instead
of soothing waves of restoration.”
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This poetic form intrigues me. You weaved wondrous words to describe this very human condition.
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Love the form, love the flowing nature of your word choices, but sorry to hear sleep is fleeting.
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I can’t believe we are both writing nonets without planning to. I’ll be posting mine in the morning. Sleep soundly tonight 🙂
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