Some places have stories themselves
Catastrophe to our old selves
Premonition of something here
With chaos sometimes finding peace
Risk created in scanning streets
In the market we watch and hear
Traces of lives silent witness
Going around their own business
And we can’t help but overhear*
(c) ladyleemanila 2021
- The Nove Otto poetry form was created by Scott J. Alcorn. It is a nine-lined poem with 8 syllables per line (isosyllabic). The rhyme scheme is as follows: aacbbcddc.
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14 responses
There are stories all around us. All writers learn to be eavesdroppers :). Your poetry was especially appealing this week.
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thank you, granonine 🙂
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there is a warm truth in your poem. We love markets just to be among people.
They can be interesting and fun without knowing them.
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thank you, James 🙂
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Great descriptions in this poem, creating just the right atmosphere of danger and anxiety.
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thank you, Michael 🙂
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Such a beautiful poem, and so true.
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thank you, Gah 🙂
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Stories hide every where, each time I leave my home I find fascinating stories, I only wish that I could write poetry, I remember well a teacher and my mother trying hard to open the world of poetry to me.
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that’s true, stories hide every where, we just have to find them. Thank you, Michael 🙂
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Danger lurks everywhere even in our own minds. Beautiful poem.
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thank you, Mason 🙂
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Your descriptions capture the atmosphere beautifully. How often I have listened to the silent conversation of others.
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glad you like it 🙂
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