Tell us a moment or an incident that you treasure – not necessarily because it brought you happiness, but because it taught you something about yourself.
Photographers, artists, poets: show us LEARNING.
My father died at dawn yesterday
After a long yawn he was gone
Days after I discovered
That left me reeling
he’d risk all
the tears have yet to come down my cheeks
they haven’t come these past two days
all three of us seem detached
hurt from being betrayed
by a man we loved
to whom we gave
*The nonet poetic form is a 9-line poem that has 9 syllables in the first line, 8 syllables in the second line, 7 syllables in the third line, and continues to count down to one syllable in the final (ninth) line.