Deconstruction

first I must sit here 
and draw
with the morning

out of this jungle of forces
in these here woods, he said
soon

be alone 
than feel more alone 
somewhere I don’t belong

one might even 
find themselves
newly passed over

heartfelt 
and climactic
nor too wild

we interpret death
as a brave afterlife
as talisman.  

Onward.
Your beating heart.
Onward.

_{^{© N Nazir 2022}}

Written for dVerse Poetry Prompt, hosted by Laura who invites us to write a poem using the last lines of the last twelve poems we have written (or the last lines of published poems from books or web links) and, whilst keeping those lines unadulterated, to arrange them into a poem.

I decided to use my own poems going backwards from the most recent, enjambing them onto extra lines, and rearranging them from their original date order. Most of them are published on my blog but a couple of end lines are new.

Here’s how it would have read with no tinkering:

first I must sit here and draw
out of this jungle of forces

soon
with the morning

one might even find themselves
we interpret death as a brave afterlife

heartfelt and climactic
nor too wild

in these here woods, he said
newly passed over

be alone than feel more alone somewhere I don’t belong
as talisman. Onward. Your beating heart. Onward.

As you can see, it definitely needed reshuffling 🙂

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My Throwback Thursday music share is Debussy’s Les son et les parfums tournent dans l’aire du soir. Because it’s divine. What are you listening to at the moment?