She walks in
with slight bite of lip,
betrayal
of boldness
carefully cultivated,
cover blown on sight.
Maybe it’s just the mead talking to me tonight, but my recent foray into the nonet sparked a renewed interest in poetry and form in my life. Thus, a trip into the shadorma. It may or may not be an internet invention. It may or may not have originated in Spain–details are sketchy. It was interesting to try to adhere to the syllable scheme and smush myself and my 2000+ word pieces into such limits.
Sleeping on the Diagonal 
perfectly autobiographical my lady.
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Truth in poetry or prose, my dear. That’s my aim.
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Fantastic, my dear. Shadormas are a favorite of mine to use at times too.
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I was thinking this could be the beginning of several stanzas. We’ll see.
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I will enjoy reading whatever you decide to do with it.
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Your poetry is impressive!
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That is very kind of you. It’s something I wish I would have worked on more through the years rather than seeing it as a folly of my youth for so long.
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