Hour 19: Fight


The gun is loaded

The muzzle is raised

I have no recourse

I must make the grab


About this poem:

A companion piece to the previous poem, Flight. I was intrigued by the style; the way its parameters are less rigid than other syllable-based forms. This is absolutely not just another quickie so I could rest my sleep-deprived brain while technically passing another a checkpoint. Absolutely not.

Form/Style: Naani
Rhythm/Metre: Free
Rhyme/Scheme: 20 syllables. 5 per line.
Themes and Tone:
Following the same train of thought as its sister poem. Threat, urgency, vital decisions. A gamble, a gambit. When flight fails, it's time to fight.

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