A Cut and Paste Poem

Collage Poems, newspaper & glue (sketchbook 2021), © N Nazir 2021

Poem-making like this is fiddly af but I find it so fulfilling, I can’t even tell you. I had a whole bunch of things to do and yet my morning got swallowed up like this. ‘Cause I’ve got my priorities right…?

I also stumbled across this gorgeous piece of music recently. I always suspected I liked Debussy but now I know for sure. Ideal for poem-making.

Thank you for stopping by ❤

© N Nazir 2021

This poem is unfinished or to be continued

It’s a risk to wear a headscarf and walk down the street 
it’s a risk to say you’re Muslim
it’s a risk to defend what it means to be Muslim
and in the very same breath admit
you’re not sure if you are Muslim
to question it, to question everything
even though your respectable Muslim family 
did their best to raise you well
and loved you anyway
while you deviated in every possible way.
You were just different
middle child syndrome
you wouldn’t stop drawing
were sick of doing chores
stayed in your room, ignored everyone
swore and slammed doors.
You hated rules, revolted
wanted freedom more than anything
so you ran away from home at sixteen
discovered boys and booze and music
you were a tearaway 
if they told you you couldn’t you would.
How your sweet parents despaired
but loved you anyway.
You loved them too
you just couldn’t contain this wildfire.

You risk loss at every turn 
for deciding to be who you are
for following some inner voice that won’t let up.
It may cost you the friendship 
of your oldest dearest friend
who you outgrow with every skin you shed.

You risk lamenting what-could-have-beens if you do nothing.
You risk being mobbed if you’re famous.
You risk being shot for merely existing.

Defining yourself in this camp or that one:
bohemian / Catholic / right-wing / vegan / capitalist / gay / communist-
all has its perils.
is it worth the freedom to declare yourself thus and thus?
Or is it best to keep schtum and live your life undisturbed?
But how can you hide what you are?
We co-exist in colourful conflict 
and if you’re both loved and hated
does that mean you’ve got something right?
Is it okay to be in-between
forever searching
and still not know where you belong?

© N Nazir 2021

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Written for dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday prompt: exploring the theme of risk.

This could be –
tackling difficult subjects
laying bare a personal struggle in vivid detail
writing on any topic as long the word “risk” is used (perhaps the risk we take falling in love)
exploring a new writing form that you may find “risky” or unconventional.

*This poem is so rough and ready, I’m not even sure it’s a poem. It also got way more personal than I expected. Taking my cue from the theme, I decided to post it anyway.

Thank you, as ever, for reading ❤

A Fruity Poem

Why, bananas, are you inherently comical?
Your cartoon strip tease 
your tripping over ease.
Your smile-shaped, cheery demeanour.
It’s hard not to like you.  
Even Bananaman’s foes could never take him seriously.

And the apple.  Oh, apple.  
You are the stuff of legend, Apple.
Why were you so forbidden, you innocent-looking thing?
Your tart tang, your fine cider.
Not only Eve-chosen from the knowledge tree
you helped Newton discover gravity.
You’re a myth-maker, Apple.
Truly, I think you’re hard-core.
I’m probably your biggest fan.

On another note, why is it
every time I cut a watermelon
it becomes art?

© N Nazir 2021

Pulp, digital photograph, © N Nazir 2019
Pulp, digital photograph, © N Nazir 2019

Written for dVerse Poetry Pub prompt, How to Cut a Pomegranate.

The challenge is to think of a fruit, how it looks before and after it has been cut open, and how it tastes.
Think about where and how it grows, and what it makes you think of.
You can explore the fruit in another way and in any form you wish.
Whichever you choose, your poem should appeal to the senses.

A Poem Tree

Erasure Poem 24 (sketchbook 2021), biro & gel pen on photocopy paper, © N Nazir 2021

It is a bright summer’s day
I walk vigorously with excitement
an atmosphere of joy
following the Golden River

I am surrounded by expansion
a clear highway to wild land
a kaleidoscope of changing landscapes

All at once, creative forces collect in me
the real, surreal and unreal
I open up in surrender

Shared for dVerse Open Link Night

© N Nazir 2021

Do or do not, there is no try

for time is measured in gadflies
and marks that leave no trace on sky.

I should take the moment and shake it
wake it and wear it, slake my fingers through it.

Is repentance a waste of time
or crucial for a soul upgrade?

I scored a try once but it was a fluke
and I ran like the wind out of unease not strategy.

But if I do do it, will I become something new
sooner than I wish to?

And if I don’t, will I lament the not-knowing of not-doing?
Where can I lean in-between?

Do or do not, there is no try
but what if your all is a shortening fall and you die?

Was it still worth the try
though your grappling left no trace on sky?


I’m a bit late to the party but I’ve just penned this for the dVerse Poets Pub movie line prompt. I chose “Do or do not, there is no try” from Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back (1980).

Thank you for reading 🙂

Thumbs up from the cloudman, digital photograph, © N. Nazir 2020

© N. Nazir 2021