Caught In-between an Ache and a Dream

Image by Veronica Lissandrini

I slip through the sliding door 
into la salle d’attente
and wait to be called
to be told 
one way or another
if I’ve made it out of limbo.

Blue meets yellow
makes heart chakra green.

I read lines from my past life…

You can read the rest of the poem here.

N Nazir 2021

Such heartfelt thanks to Visual Verse anthology for publishing my poem this month ❤ You can read all the other poems here.


Photo by Michael Block on

It’s true what they say
that the heart wants what the heart wants
but if the wind is your master, what then?
It’s a fine messenger
but it will also lay desolate your garden.

What of all the cows that go on being milked 
and thieved?  Whose hide we plunder,
the holy mother
sacrificing herself over and over?

How can I possibly indulge in whimsy 
in carefree revels or poetry
when warlords entrap women
play chess with men’s lives
regress civilisation into barbarianism
whose way forward is a tearing apart?

What can I do but stand with you
mourn with you
march with you 
suffer with you?

And yet
I have water and shoes and art and democracy
I am so very lucky.

I also have a joint that I crashed off my friend Jeannie
and it’s been a long time
so it’ll knock me right out
but today is a day that called for a joint.

All I can say is
I hear you and I feel you.
I honour your story.
You remind me to pray.

© N Nazir 2021

Written for dVerse Thursday Poetry Prompt hosted by Victoria: Write a solilo-quoi? which is like a soliloquy but should include other poetic devices (e.g. rhyming, meter, synesthesia, etc.)

* I don’t really know if this is either of these as it emerged as a tumble of free verse.  I interpreted soliloquy as internal dialogue meets honesty of expression and I just kind of went with that really. It makes sense that soliloquising is something you do alone, like solitude.

* I could not come up with a title so I have taken the form as its title. Feel free to suggest a better one and I’d be happy to change it 🙂

* the friend in question is not really called Jeannie but that is now her poem name.

When the Party Turns Sour…

© N Nazir 2021
Spill, biro on paper, © N Nazir 2021

Let’s hang out today witH
Our kind, such a fine ideA
Voraciously, we could eaT
Enchiladas & drink winE

Shared for dVerse Tuesday Poetry Prompt with Lillian hosting: write a poem that relates to a puzzle in some way or try your hand at an Acrostic or Acrostic Plus.

*The full title of this piece is actually: “When the party turns sour because someone gets too drunk and spills a few home truths.” Ever been at a party when this has happened? It’s always either in the kitchen or the garden. Often, by the end of the night, everything’s sweet again👌 Most great plays have a scene like this in there somewhere . . .

*I actually did this piece a little while ago so I was quite pleased when I saw the dVerse prompt ☀️

The Washed-out Planet is Euphoniously Shifting

The impatient wealth of autumn arrives
as if just for me.  

The air I breathe is semi-liquid 
then let loose
rogue and wolf.
I am drenched 

and dry.
My feet like 
wet cohesions.
My pre-loved coat
a shelter of leather.

I borrowed my umbrella
from a friendly stranger.

Do thoughts gleam
like phosphorescence
in the ether?

They say moon rock is a sharp dust.
She is full-hipped tomorrow.
Tonight she fattens.

© N Nazir 2021

Photo by Ellie Burgin on

Written for Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt: Pre-loved, 71 words

A Basking Snake Poem

Erasure Poem 17, acrylic, gel pen & biro on paper, © N Nazir 2021

A 30 metre snake
was disguised in a stream
as a string of lights
a living sculpture.

Shared for dVerse Open Link Night 298

*Please excuse the poor quality of this photo. It was taken on my phone as my other camera is playing up. Hence, it’s not super sharp but I thought I’d share it anyway.