nonet

A poem of pride

/ Fran Haley / 10 Comments

On Wednesday, a team of students from the Aquinas College School of Education hosted the final March Open Write at Ethical ELA. Jacob Rottier, Bonfils Matenga, Zee Simpson and Brynn Reams offered this process for composing a “nonet of pride”:

  • A traditional nonet is written in nine lines – from nine syllables to one syllable. 
  • Today we will be writing in words instead of syllables.
  • You can either do 9 to 1 or 1 to 9 words.
  • Your nonet poem should reflect something you’re proud of. So you might have your first two lines be:

I
Am Proud

These young people wrote of their accomplishments, the attaining of their dreams, overcoming odds…beautiful inspiration, all the way.

I thought for a bit. What am I proud of? My sons. My granddaughters. My grandparents. My husband. I am fiercely proud of them all… how to choose just one? What about my work? A professional or personal achievement? Having lived this long? My banana pudding cake? It was kind of amazing…

I grew restless. Maybe I needed to write something unexpected, something different. Inspiration to write is sometimes just so elusive…

And then I knew.

My nonet of pride:

I’ll Say It Just This Once

I
am proud
of my writing
although it isn’t perfect
and doesn’t have to be…
it is always stirring inside me
waiting to be born, and I’m reborn
with the crystallization of every word from ideas
—this is me, living life exponentially, when I write.

My blog header. This theme happens to be called “Hemingway Rewritten.”

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with thanks to two Writing Teachers for the March Slice of Life Story Challenge

Redemption nonet

/ Fran Haley / 19 Comments

One of my favorite themes in literature—in life—is redemption.

Life’s a complicated adventure. Things happen. We respond to them. Each of us is an individual, complex universe of tangled history, experience, emotion, psyche, and DNA. We make choices and our choices make us … and our story. As Shakespeare would say, “Thereby hangs a tale.”

Since I read The Goldfinch in February, while homebound with snow and a broken foot (which seems an eon ago, now) I’ve thought about how certain choices reveal true character more than others. For all the breathtaking artistry of the author’s craftsmanship, in all the moments I paused to reread passages to absorb more of their glory as the story swept me away, one little, shining nugget wedged itself in my heart deeper than anything else. Perhaps it is strange, I don’t know, and I will try not to be a spoiler here … suffice it to say that the main character, suffering from trauma, descends into self-destructive behavior as a means of coping. As he attempts to escape his circumstances, he takes a little dog with him rather than see it neglected. It’s not his dog and he’s actually embarrassed by its “girlishness” (it’s a Maltese) but his appalled distaste over the treatment of the animal and the conditions in which he first found it motivate him to make a rescue at risk to himself. This I found strikingly heroic. A revelation of the character’s inner wiring working at its best. Redeeming.

Then of course there’s the loving character of the little dog itself and I am quite, quite sure that I would have found that just as poignant if I had not had a little dog curled up in my lap as I read the novel.

I have been wanting to capture these sensations, somehow, ever since. Suddenly, today, it gels. Maybe it’s because the sun dawned so bright this morning on our troubled, changed world as it wobbles on. Maybe because this brightness mingles with a searing sense of grief and apprehension about the days to come. About how much of life as we know it will be lost. Destroyed. I’ve been writing an abnormal amount of poetry so maybe images are standing out with sharper edges and taking clearer form than usual.

At any rate, this is my first attempt at a nonet, inspired by that act of rescue in The Goldfinch. Maybe it’s about wishing for rescue. Or redefining it. Sometimes, in saving another, one is often saving oneself …

Redemption may be life’s greatest theme
a sign that all hope is not lost
overcoming brokenness
in the effort to save
another creature
not capable
of saving
itself.
=Love.