Aim High

I couldn’t think of anything to do a poem on today. I am tired. It’s Sunday, after all. So I looked through my post of March 31 (I think it was) and decided to try a nonet, a poem of lines with descending syllables, starting with nine. See what you think.

Aim High

Sundays it’s hard to write a poem
Monday too, but I’m more awake
Tuesday, I will write haiku
Wednesday, a limerick
Thursday’s is unknown
Friday – sonnet?
Ah, ego!
Ha ha
Strive!