I’ve been buried by rough drafts of persuasive essays this week, so I’m behind in the poetry writing challenge I’ve been writing about. I’m working to get caught up because I really like the idea of ending the month with 30 new poems.
Bam! That is some serious productivity for me!
One of the recent posts I missed featured the nonet, and the word of inspiration was “cousins.” The form itself gave me a fun idea to play around with, but cousins…meh.
Instead, I wrote about a spontaneous trip with a hostel-mate to Buenaventura, Colombia.
I took a leap and rode off with him
to the coast, where fish still had eyes
on our dinner plates. It was
brash and risky, but I
felt so free, like I
was diving in
It was fun to incorporate the form name into the poem while playing around with coastal/water-related themes, but perhaps it’s just too cute?