BeCoMiNg

 

vast

barren

nothingness

reaches beyond

blue lined horizons,

beckoning, beseeching,

pleading for purpose, begging

for beginning. Pen to paper,

my words breathe life; a poem is born.

 

 

(A netno poem is another one of my infamous format perversions, a nonet poem, only in reverse. A nonet poem is made of nine lines with a descending syllable count beginning with nine syllables in line one, eight syllables in line two, on down to one syllable for the final line, making it visually appear that the poem is slowly vanishing. A netno poem is also composed of nine lines, but with a reversed syllabic count, where the first line is only one syllable, the second line is composed of two, and so on until the last line, which has nine syllables. This creates an illusion of something appearing out of almost nothing.)