Posting for the ninth day at NaPoWriMo. The tenth day has already started here in India, but I’m taking the liberty to go by EST. The prompt is to write a nonet. A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second has eight, and so on until you get to the last line, which has just one syllable.
Here is mine!
a new IDENTITY
Self-love fades in a flash today. Faith
stumbles and I come in my way.
The heart wilts under the load
of my flesh. Praises don’t
mesh, with the darkness
inside me. The
world seems a
The inspiration for this poem is a passage from ‘The Lottery Ticket’ by Anton Chekov (Hatred and hope) that I read during an online workshop. The picture is of a winter evening.
This post is part of BlogchatterA2Z and AtoZChallenge