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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.

38 thoughts on “Solilo-quoi?

  1. For me, this was so powerful in light of the day’s tragic event. How, indeed, do we indulge in whimsy? Although, without whimsy, there would be no room for hope, and in the end, we can’t afford to indulge in despair. I suppose gratitude is an antidote. Thank you for this.

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  2. I love how honest and relatable this feels, the blessings we have that we can easily take for granted when others don’t have them… Puts into perspective just how lucky most of us are, and how devastating what others go through without. Beautifully said, Sunra. ❤

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    1. Thanks so much, Lucy ❤️ It’s a clumsy tangle of thoughts that I wanted to delete this morning. Turns out you can’t on Mister Linky! 😂 I over think stuff though. I always appreciate your warm encouragement, thank you ☀️

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  3. Masa

    I like the idea of the internal monologue and honest stream of consciousness as your soliloquy. There’s a cruel sort of modern aloofness that you’ve captured well – a distant, “What can I do?”-ness that is both delightfully ignorant yet incredibly relatable. I am a calloused modern human, blessed by luck to never have a true need, but I have feelings, and I have the ability to pity, to hear, and to care. That your poetry evoked such feelings… well, I’d say that makes this a damn fine poem, wouldn’t you?

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  4. I think you have used the form very well. The women of Afghanistan have been in my thoughts a lot lately, and all those who are deprived of basic human rights and necessities. ‘You remind me to pray.’ is a potent message.

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  5. I think your poem truly reflects the inner monologue many of us have. We don’t know what to do hearing over and over about tragedies–and particularly recent ones. Sometimes we just want to escape. Your final stanza is so honest and powerful.

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    1. Awwww thanks Manja! I guess that makes me the wind then. Though I’ve never trashed anyone’s garden! (well there was just that one time but it was at Jeannie’s and in my defence it wasn’t just me plus I helped her clean up) 😄

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