Perhaps because I need to use more fancy words
Opulent in meaning
Elegant in shape
Thoughtful in texture
Rebellious when necessary, to make
You understand me.
Acrostic ♯28
And Why Art?
Abstractly, I
Resolve myself through wordless
Translation.
Acrostic ♯1
© N. Nazir 2020
Would it were possible to slow the
Irrevocable deterioration of our
Lush landscapes, once bountiful, now
Desolate, dry, devoured by
Feral flames, fearing nothing
Inevitably ill-begotten by our collective
Rampant desire to live well on this
Ever-giving earth, how it selflessly
Suffers, sacrificing its soul.
More rain than can be contained
Overflows, downpours in deluge, still
Not relenting, torrents swooshing through
Streets, dislocating, displacing, dismantling
One and all in its tireless purpose to
Obliterate humble dwellings, ravage lives
Nature rebelling, having its way, holding
Sway against man’s struggle to survive.
My thoughts are with everyone caught up in America’s wildfires and Pakistan’s monsoons, with prayers for this delicate planet, for the desire of living not yet done and such little time to turn the tide in our favour.
Acrostic ♯33 & ♯34
© N. Nazir 2020
Your song
spun gold, shimmers
molecular, as it
shimmies over to me, makes me
quiver.
My song
challenges yours
blue-toned, honey-gold, soft
then whip sharp, shrieking, the heavens-
-open.
Cinquain poems ♯11, ♯12
© N. Nazir 2020
Sunra Rainz 