Oftentimes, reality is a stark contrast to our dreams. We have a responsibility towards ourselves, a commitment to our dreams – that we would strive to make them a reality. But then, life does not give you a rose without a thorn. A little of this and a little of that, and then the idea of a nonet poem, mixed with the idea of allegory, and here’s the post. Well, what do we say, October has been a month of allegories (Here’s the first one in case you missed it).
The sky was bright, a vibrant azure
white clouds wandering aimlessly.
The earth beneath – lush and green.
Roses in full blossom,
red, sensuous; but
then I woke up-
it was all
I saw the
dried out roses, with
thorns that still gave a pang.
The ground, brown, robbed of its life,
shadowed by the dull grey rain clouds.
Heavens cry my mind’s whimpers aloud.
This is my first attempt at writing a nonet. Critiques are welcome 🙂