Helpless Beings, image from Piccsy.com
A shuffling of ghosts
burn away in the midday sun
like smoke dissipating.
It was their time.
I scribble ink
onto paper and parchment,
how becoming it is
when it becomes something.
I’m partial to this.
The occasional
slam dunk of completion
is a sweet rush
but creativity
has always made my tides turn.
I drink my coffee
then go out
place a tobacco offering
by the tree
poised to welcome
a hoard of those
newly passed over.
© N Nazir 2022
Written for Shay’s Word Garden where Shay brings us inspiration with the beautiful poems of Susie Clevenger (words used: shuffling, ghosts, ink, coffee, tobacco, poised), Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt: Dunk, 78 words, The Sunday Muse (image as shown), and Poets and Storytellers United with this week’s theme: Sweet.
These words jumped out at me (in your beautifully composed poem) … and would not let go. ~~~~~~
“how becoming it is when it becomes something …. I’m partial to this.”
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Thank you, Helen ❤️
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“creativity / has always made my tides turn. ” Wonderful.
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Thank you, qbit! 🙂
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I think every poet can relate to these beautiful lines Sunra!
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Thank you, Carrie! ❤️
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how becoming it is
when it becomes something.
Fantastic!
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Thanks, Bob! 🎃
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How becoming it is when it becomes something indeed! Creativity makes my tides turn, too, and i love the way you have described it here, as well as your finish, with the offering and the passing spirits. Sometimes i really think a poem just insists on being written and I’m just transcribing it, as if it was already out there in the ether somewhere, just needing me to “take a letter”. Of course, most times, it’s work, but joyful work, and there’s no feeling like the feeling one gets when it all comes together, and you’re pleased with the finished creation.
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I totally understand what you mean, Shay! Like being a medium for the creation to come through. I love that you say you transcribe it, that’s the best verb for it. Thank you for your kind words ❤️
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Some beautiful lines here it is too hard to pick my favourite 🙂
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Thank you, poetisatinta! 💖
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So clever to link to so many prompts.
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Thank you, Peter 🎃 I only do it if I like them 🙂
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Definitely not “yet another halloween poem” 🙂 concise and cleverly writte. “how becoming it is
when it becomes something. I’m partial to this.”- love it!
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Hey thank you, vintageblack! ❤ I've definitely had a run of spooky poems this month! 😀
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ooooo I see haha. I think I may have missed them (will definitely check them asap!). Well loved this one as your latest contribution to this spooky lot 🙂
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Thank you, lovely. Happy Halloween! 🦇 🎃 🕸
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Welcome!!! and Happy Halloween to you too 🕷️🕯️🎃
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love this, Sunra!
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Hey, thank you, Joseph! ❤️ Appreciated, my friend 🙂
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so welcome!
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Wonderfully vivid and exceptionally spooky, Sunra, The poet’s job methinks! Happy Halloween 🎃
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Thank you, Dora! 🦇 🕸️👻🎃
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Lovely Samhain poem! (I spent last night writing too – how else do poets celebrate? – writing about my grandfathers for a change, as I have honoured the grandmothers many times already.)
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Thank you, Rosemary! ❤️ It was a rainy night where I was so I just curled up with a book and a steaming mug of cocoa 🙂
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Samhain is a wonderful time to go dancing with our muses.
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Any excuse, Kestril! But Samhain is a great one! Thank you for dropping by 🙂
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“It was their time…” It’s simplicity like this that makes the glass bell of poetry chime for me–everything about this poem is honest and clear, and I love the twist on becoming–as an a synonym for beauty it’s rarely used any more, which gives the piece a slightly formal air in its latent (and deceptively smooth) whimsy–really it’s a very deft and clever poem that seems obvious but is definitely not, which is a feature of your own unique style I particularly love, Sunra. So sorry to be so late to the party–and thanks for your kind comment at my place.
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Joy, thank you for this wonderful comment and such heartwarming feedback ❤ Latent whimsy, I love that! I really value your words and please don't ever worry about being late to my party!! 🙂
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A wonderful poem, Sunra. Loved the pic, too. 🙂
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Thank you, Bill! Appreciated 🙂
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A feast of imagery. So many tales weaved in each line. My favorites: “how becoming it is / when it becomes something.” Indeed…
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Thanks so much, Magaly 🙂
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“creativity
has always made my tides turn”
What a powerful line!
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Appreciated, thank you! 💖 Forgive me for being so late in visiting your blog. I’m so behind with everyone’s! Rest assured I will soon 🙂
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I’m behind too! No worries. It’s a lot to write, post, and keep up with all the good blogs on WP 🙂
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I love this poem from the very first line…gorgeous writing. I wish I had written this poem.
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Susie, that is such a wonderful thing to say! Thanks so much! ❤️
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