Collage poems & Erasure Poem #94 (Text source: A Primer for Poets & Readers of Poetry by Gregory Orr), © N Nazir 2022
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*Shared for dVerse Open Link Night, hosted by Bjorn.
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*And here’s my Thursday Throwback share, an absolute classic. If you’re so young you’ve never heard of Salt-N-Pepa or En Vogue, then I hereby gift you. What’s been your song of the day?
*I dedicate this song to Bryan Adams 🙂
Momentous, when you falter
and give in. Proximity.
You’re not so rigid
after all, unmasked.
I hold infinitude here
circling and circling. Take it,
my offering. Let’s go
chase some good trouble.
© N Nazir 2022
Written for Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt: momentous, 32 words, and The Sunday Muse, image as shown.
© Simon Berger, Unsplash
Finally
we are explorers.
Describe how
it was when
you climbed to the very top
then drank it all in.
Oxygen
fills you out again
expanding
your band width.
Here we make garlands of time.
Yes. It’s a good wind.
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Chalk it up
to experience
how you caved
to moments
of chasing dreams when dreams were
taken. And yet, oh –
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Vanilla
vapour seduction
not easy
nor sinless.
It’s just physiology
stealing my senses.
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The hauntings
the shoulda, woulda
coulda, the
ifs and buts
the is-it-too-late. And yet
a ghost of longing.
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Point. Focus.
Zoom in. Keep still. Click.
Frozen frames.
Light bouncing.
Moments captured forever
as memory fades.
© N Nazir 2022
Written for Shay’s Word Garden where Shay brings us inspiration with Paige Ackerson-Kiely (words used: explorers, describe, oxygen, garlands, chalk, vanilla, vapour), and We’Ave Written Weekly, hosted by David, where the poet of the week, Sylvia Cognac, invites us to write a Shadorma poem (3/5/3/3/7/5) up to seven stanzas long, (it was on the topic of food but I’ve only just read the instructions properly so that bit didn’t happen, oops).
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?
Sunra Rainz 