I'm becoming less, as you can see.
Just what am I supposed to be?
I keep losing syllables.
If I don't stop shrinking
Then I am thinking
That pretty soon
There will be
Nothing
Left.
Amazing poem so appropriate for the poetic style. Brilliantly crafted, Kim!
Very cool poem, at first I thought it referenced getting older or either Alzheimer's, I never heard of this type of poem but I think it's cool, thanks Kim
This is a great style of poetry. I may have to give it a go sometime.
Marvelous nonet, Kim! ! ! I can certainly see why this poem took first place! ! ! Excellent work, thank you so much for sharing : )
This is a fantastic nonet Kim, recently took a stab at trying them myself, deceptively simple but requires a delicate hand. I love this one, it deserved to win an award.
This here is poetic style to a T! You brilliantly display this form of poetry in this excellent nonet! I always love all the persona you weave into your poems! Thank you for sharing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! That is a marvelous nonet! I can see why it took first place in the contest. It truly deserved to do so. Another great accomplishment for you.
Thank you so much, my Belle. You're a good friend as well.