Withering NONET4

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“Withering”

(Nonet)

This day, I am a shattered flower vase,

longing for the sun’s healing touch

caught within the coldest shade

beneath a darkening haze.

Winds tear at my skin,

flaying flesh raw.

Still … as on

wings ~ I

rise.

Reviews

[Elnnes Scholtz]

Your poem “Withering NONET” is a poignant exploration of resilience and the struggle for renewal amidst despair. The imagery of the “shattered flower vase” immediately draws the reader into a space of fragility and longing, beautifully capturing the essence of vulnerability.

I admire how you contrast the warmth of the sun’s “healing touch” with the “coldest shade” and “darkened haze.” This interplay highlights the emotional landscape of the poem, where the desire for warmth and light battles against the chill of adversity. Your use of tactile language, like “winds tear at my skin,” evokes a visceral response, making the reader feel the weight of your experience.

The poem's structure, with its tight nonet form, enhances the theme of rising despite the odds. The final lines, “yet like a, dirge, I rise,” leave a powerful impact, conveying a sense of hope and determination even in the face of sorrow.

Thank you for sharing this beautifully crafted piece—it’s a testament to the strength of the human spirit and the beauty that can emerge from pain.

Warm regards,
Elnnes

[Marie]

Wow! Adore the layout of this wonderfully descriptive and captivating poem. Excellent use of metaphor and depiction. A super poetic gem! Thank you for sharing, dear Tumi...

[Arundass TP]

Excellent imagination. Plants grow in nature freely than in pots