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
heavy
place.
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.
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The world does seem a heavy place when our faith falters. Lovely piece, Sonia
Thank you
Arent we our own worst critiques? Life would be better if we could silence that ‘me’ which stops loving ‘me’ and not let the faith stumble.
This one strung the chords so close to heart, Sonia.
Your words resonate with my thoughts. I find them reflective. Loved the lines, I too feel this at times. Let the light come in.
Thank you Swarnali.
What a wonderful poem inspired by Chekov, a masterly writer!
A very relatable poem this.
There is such a strong note of despondency in this poem! on a side note, thanks to your NaPoWriMo, I am learning about the various forms of poetry
I am glad Harshita. Some of them are as new for me.
Very relatable poem!
Chekov, did you hear that his museum in Ukraine (I forget exactly where) came close to being bombarded by Russia? War, good for absolutely nothing… Lovely poem and even more so after hearing how it was inspired. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you Selma. I wish poetry could stop wars.
“Faith stumbles and I come in my way”, how often we do this to ourselves.
Oh yes. Thank you for stopping by.
I like this very much!
Glad Liz. Thank you.
You’re welcome, Sonia.
Sending you a big hug…open the door–let the praise lighten the darkness–you hold the key:)
Beautiful, self-reflective piece Sonia.
Yes, we all do..sometimes you know everything and yet you are vulnerable.