Treasure Island

Indira Renganathan


Alankar(Decor) -189


Acrobatic(Acronet)

It's a two verse poem combining acrostic and nonet.
The first verse is an acrostic done with reversed nonet.
Then the second verse is done as a nonet with the title
that formed the acrostic reversed.Thuse we have the acronet
rhyming or not.

Acrobatic

A
Challenge
Re peated
Obsessively
Belligerently
Acrobat ically
Trying to set its tumbling..
Intense pressure however helps
Challenge done to name it Acronet

Corrections done to name it Nonet
In terms of many up right stands
Tensed up this poem says'no'
'Acrostic and Nonet
Be them reversed too
Of a new style
Revised and
Classed as
A'

Submitted: Thursday, April 03, 2014
Edited: Thursday, April 03, 2014

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