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| Personal drawing using pastels. |
Her Eyes
by Nicole Sperry
Her eyes hold...
the weight of the world,
the beauty on every horizon,
the sadness in our tears.
Her eyes seek...
the truth between the lies,
the promises yet to be fulfilled,
the wishes we hold too tight.
Her eyes mourn...
the ones no longer with us,
the fear holding us back,
the lives too scared to speak.
I was introduced to nonets during the TeachWrite Summer Camp. If you have not heard of nonets before they are a poem that has 9 lines. The first line has 9 syllables and each line after has one less until the last line is one syllable.
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Opening up my trust someone new
Cautiously sharing my despair
Worried of how they see me
Crying while healing relief
Smiling through the pain
Believing strength
Healthy
Speak
I "wrote" this while participating in one of the summer workshops. I learned about blackout poems where you pick a page in a book, a newspaper/magazine article, maybe even a blog and blackout words. When you are done you will have a poem. The first thing I grabbed was the book I was reading at the time: "My Life on the Road" by Gloria Steinem.
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| My copy of "My Life on the Road". |
I did not blackout the words but decided to just focus on some and write them down in the order I saw them.
Fear was comfort
Fear was comfort.
Nights almost dawn.
Ancient magic talking circles
floods them, giving birth.
If you would like to purchase your own copy, I added links below. I do not receive any commission. I just like to share where you can find it.
Honestly, I don't know who I am, and I don't know if I ever knew. I am a daughter, sister, niece, cousin, wife, mother, an aunt, friend, godmother. But I don't really know who I am. I am a collector of hobbies and hope to share the things that make me happy. Or atleast attempt to make me happier. I am also a grieving mother with depression and anxiety.
I love art, reading, and writing. This is my newest love but I think i've always loved it, I just didn't know it. This summer I attended a summer camp style workshop dealing with writing & a part of me just felt like I found a missing piece.
Thank you for joining me on my discovery that words are an art.
