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  1. Tinker

    Nonet

    Explore the Craft of Writing Poetry Invented Forms The Nonet is a popular invented stanzaic form that can be found all over the internet. Both Poetry Base and Shadow Poetry feature it as well as several other poetic communities. The elements of the Nonet are: stanzaic, written in any number of 9 line stanzas. syllabic, 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 syllables per line. usually unrhymed. unidentified by judi van gorder tangled tight within brush and brambles crusted in grit and crushed dead leaves in a putrid pile of trash the color of clay mud a skeletal hand lying stone still suddenly flinches. Once
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    unidentified tangled tight within brush and brambles crusted in grit and crushed dead leaves in a putrid pile of trash the color of clay mud a skeletal hand lying stone still suddenly flinches, once ---- ---Judi Van Gorder A Nonet
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