Twist--
knotted
(whisper slow)
"The sunflowers..."
buzz of crickets, loud
my ears hum-- nothing stirs
(but) the grass, matted by us.
We wrestle (rustle), my skin sticky
[sweet] under this ardent sky, (we) sigh
Author notes
Nonet
A contest entry
- Short Lived Short Form #24 by Samplette.
450 points, ended May 22, 2007, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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A very nicely written nonet. Great imagery throughout. I thank you for entering the contest. Great job.
Sam

