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Virginal Year
It feels like poetry for a new beginning:
Running in slow motion,
Laying a fresh path in the
Tentative first snow of a virginal year.
Your hand shapes a safe home in which my
Shivering fingers nestle;
You sow a field of forgetting
Over the weary road behind.
Untouched and unafraid, this
Unfamiliar unconditionality, this
Darkness so vivid, this
Uncertainty so certain.
We build that which is
From that which we were.
In the sanctity of our year,
In the unwritten and pure,
You and I are as new in this moment
As ever we have been.
We are here.
We are now.
We are.
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For all of my watchers and those that enjoy what I do, I have a new account just as well, anjodamorte123. I was bored and there are 3 things already on it. Go ahead and check it out!
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My first attempt at a nonet. Written in Maths. Thought I might write something about the current season, and this is slightly ironic because after summer it's my least favourite season and I love the hustle and bustle of the city more than I love the isolation of the country.
The first version of this read:
Springtime, daisies and new grass this time
of the year; pollen allergies
are abundant. I walk out
and breathe in the sweet air,
free of the city
and weary feet
where nature
always
sleeps.
Introduced to this form by this lovely poem: fav.me/d6rr21i (Thumbnails are broken for me, so...)
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Wow, this is a really nice format! You pulled it off beautifully.