I made a 15 line version of a nonet (someone with more Latin experience, please tell me what I should call it).
I hide myself away out in the wide open and foggy air.
Amid the mist and the breeze, I can finally inhale
deeply enough to coat my lungs and dampen my face
with something that could be anyone's, not just mine.
What belongs to me no longer brings me joy,
although the outside world may not either,
but at least it has some novelty
and does not think to stare at me.
If new eyes do think to judge,
they will never know me,
never speak my name,
never look for
me. And that
brings me
peace.
(Prompt by me)
Photo by Mushki Brichta. https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:%D7%A7%D7%9C%D7%A3,_%D7%A0%D7%95%D7%A6%D7%94_%D7%95%D7%93%D7%99%D7%95.jpg
I hide myself away out in the wide open and foggy air.
Amid the mist and the breeze, I can finally inhale
deeply enough to coat my lungs and dampen my face
with something that could be anyone's, not just mine.
What belongs to me no longer brings me joy,
although the outside world may not either,
but at least it has some novelty
and does not think to stare at me.
If new eyes do think to judge,
they will never know me,
never speak my name,
never look for
me. And that
brings me
peace.
(Prompt by me)
Photo by Mushki Brichta. https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:%D7%A7%D7%9C%D7%A3,_%D7%A0%D7%95%D7%A6%D7%94_%D7%95%D7%93%D7%99%D7%95.jpg
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