Person inhabiting a body;
birth bringing forth a newborn soul,
submitting to dependence,
crying for liberty.
At last, his own man,
finds freedom in
submission
to God.
Life.
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For more information about nonet poetry: http://www.shadowpoetry.com/resources/wip/nonet.html
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ABOUT ME
Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
The journey of life from birth to its end…well explained in few words.
Thank you. It is quite simple when you take it as a little child, which is what Jesus would recommend. Of course, I believe God does invite our sincere questions, but most questions are to try to prove something “is wrong with the plan,” – my opinion.
I like your expression a lot. You did well.
Kind of you to comment. Thank you.
It’s what I do, baby girl.
😀 😀 And I do love that “baby girl.” I haven’t heard that since 80 years ago when my baby brother was born!
Not sure what nonet poetry is all about the expressed comment was surely understood and appreciated.
Thanks, Faye. The nonet begins with a line with nine syllables, second line has eight, third has seven and it continues one less until the last which is only one syllable. I considered putting “death” as the last word. But I’m happy with the way it turned out really speaking of the reason for life – not just a progression to death. Glad you got the point of the content.
Very well done. Reading your previous reply to a comment, the whole poem would have a very different tone if you’d ended with the word death. ‘Life’ as the final word makes it bouyant and uplifting 🙂