
Because you can paint like a wizard
but it doesn’t pay for toffee
so you end up working in HR
then quite annoyingly
become really good at HR.
Because you can secretly sing
a pitch perfect Nessun Dorma in your own key
but are crushed by shyness
and can barely say hello to a boy you like.
Because you are good at countless things –
even more on first attempt at trying another –
then are torn between all the loves
and cannot choose the one
that will make your fortune.
Because you have every trapping of wealth imaginable
and no friends or lover to share it with
and even if you did, how would you ever know
that they were not just there
for the hors d’oeuvres and champagne
a ride in your new yacht
or have secret designs
to make you fund their new life?
Because you discover the cure for cancer
but the world ends
because of another rampant disease
or because a bullyboy dictator
presses the red button.
Because you wish to be a famous actor
but the only time you make it on TV
is as a gun-wielding bank robber
in a Crimewatch documentary.
Because you want to travel the world
and have a job that occasionally allows you to
but have a terrible sense of direction
so end up in random locations
and then spend the whole day
trying to become unlost
during which time
you find yourself.
© N Nazir 2022
*I might have gone a bit left field with the prompt.
*only the odd one of these is true in my case. The last stanza is pretty much on the nose.
NaPoWriMo Prompt: And here’s our prompt (optional, as always). In certain versions of the classic fairytale Sleeping Beauty, various fairies or witches are invited to a princess’s christening, and bring her gifts. One fairy/witch, however, is not invited, and in revenge for the insult, lays a curse on the princess. Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem in which you muse on the gifts you received at birth — whether they are actual presents, like a teddy bear, or talents – like a good singing voice – or circumstances – like a kind older brother, as well as a “curse” you’ve lived with (your grandmother’s insistence on giving you a new and completely creepy porcelain doll for every birthday, a bad singing voice, etc.). I hope you find this to be an inspiring avenue for poetic and self-exploration.
For more information or to take part, please visit www.napowrimo.net
Love this Sunra! 😊
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Thank you, Ami! 🙂 x
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You are very welcome Sunra! 🙂
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Ahh!! ❤ So sweet. Thank you for telling us about the last stanza. It is brilliant how you put it. I love the first one a lot as well. But now I will wonder… can you really sing like a nightingale? 😉
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Thank you, MM! The first stanza is sort of true too! I did work in HR for a few years but I left it to study art. And no, ha ha! Not like a nightingale! I can hold a tune but I only sing, shall we say, an “artistic” version of Nessun Dorma!
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Sounds most excellent.
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Beautifully sad and beautifully written, Sunra.
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Thank you so much, Greg ❤
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You may have wandered a little but, my goodness, how well you wandered!
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Ha ha! Thank you, Peter! 🙂
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Ahhh, we do become lost before we are found. Gorgeous write, Sunra. ❤️ FYI, I commented on two or three of your last posts, yet do not see my comments They might be in the spam folder. 😅
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Thank you so much, Jeff! No they are all here, I am approving all of them as we speak! But I will check the spam folder too as some comments do end up in there. Thank you 🙂
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Smile. Made me smile. Sense of direction. Who invented that? I didn’t get any of that. 😜
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I’m glad it’s not just me! I have got better at finding my way over the years. And I’m glad it made you smile 🙂
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Very cool. Wish I could sing. Really would love to ha e a beautiful singing voice
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Thank you, Worms! Hey, that was just an inspired bit of nonsense. I don’t even know all the words to Nessun Dorma!
And besides, you’re a beautiful writer so I wouldn’t worry about it, Worms 🙂
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🙂 Thanks. You’re so lovely.
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😊 I’ll take that! Thank you.
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I feel that there’s a stanza here for everyone. This poem makes me goodsad.
I cursorily wondered why you chose the word “unlost” in the third-to-last line instead of “found” and then figured perhaps it was because you used “find” in the final line. Then, because I started to dwell on it (which too often happens with me and cursory thoughts), I considered the phrase “unlose yourself”, which I thoroughly enjoy as a potential action but also because of the close association to “unloose yourself”, which I also thoroughly enjoy as an actual action in the form of getting down to old Bobby Brown records. And I hope to now build a thing from those lines because they’ve struck me so. Thanks.
Crikey, what a rambling mess – all of this to say: nice work! 🙂
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Thank you so much, jdoublep. I didn’t intend for it to be sad, more ironic, but that always stems from the sad, I guess?
Bobby Brown!! 😀 You always take me back. I always find comfort in people who know my era 😀
Love your thought process here! And both alternatives of “unlose yourself” and “unloose yourself” 🙂 I think I just wrote what sounded right at the time and often that is some instinctive preference for what number of syllables sounds right, I suppose? As in what internal rhythm of the line sounds right? Although it’s not following any type of meter. But you got me thinking about my choice of words.
Thank you for your wonderful ramble and kind words ❤
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If you haven’t recently, pop on the Don’t Be Cruel record. Sheer brilliance from top to bottom.
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😂 I have just listened to this, what a treat! It’s been a long time since I appreciated Bobby B! I also listened to My Prerogative. Might have to revisit the whole album later on.
In case you’re interested, one of my favourite throwbacks this week has been All Good by De La Soul & Chaka Khan. Sooooo good!
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If I could like this 1,000,000 times I would. I have been on a De La Soul kick since the middle of April!
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Ha ha ha! 😂 Me too!
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I don’t know how you do it! Each situation you glanced at was wonderful, real…the bank robber made me laugh..and when you have us caught in your words, along comes yourĺ final flourish…such a good finish…
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😀 😀 Thank you. Ain! So glad it made you laugh. I hope you are good and well where you are, as much as can be, that is ❤
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