Is that the Queen’s English?

© Cornell Capa 1972

Your move. King? No, queen. Wait – there is no queen. Knight, it is. What were you saying? Something about ecstasy? No, I was talking about the expectation of absurdity. Oh? Like when society expects one thing but your soul demands another. It’s the nonsense of things being various. Like gingerbread in summer? Or ice cream in winter? You could say that. What I mean is, no one writes letters any more. The soul wants letters. Instead we are saturated with the toxic thoughts of the masses on platforms that suck out our souls. Mmmmmm, interesting. I suppose people have an overwhelming need to share. Your move. I need a moment…. there. Do you think we ever really know who we are? And that’s why we talk? In order to discover? I think we’re always on the verge of becoming. Yes, but do we ever? Perhaps not. Not if we’re still here. I’m glad to be here. Even though everything seems broken. I know what you mean. There is still beauty in the world. There will always be beauty. The luminous beauty of maths, for instance. Or the ping of understanding between hearts when they open. Yes. A good joke is also beauty. Wouldn’t you say? It depends on the filter of your lens that day. Mmmmmm. Anyway, it’s your move…

© N Nazir 2022

© Cornell Capa

Written for The Sunday Muse (images as shown), Shay’s Word Garden, where we are given inspiration with the poetry of Amy Lowell, Poets and Storytellers United, and Ragtag Daily Prompt: Luminous

Some Kind of Love Story # publication

Erasure Poem #7, ink & gel pen on paper, Sketchbooks 2021, © N Nazir 2021
Text source: The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy, p.40-41

His beautiful silver
smoke rings.

Her devious
charm.

A long outrageous
conversation
about love
amidst
candlelight.

She and he
in Siamese
stupor.

He needed
courage.

The silence

allowed

something

wonderful.

© N Nazir 2022

I’m delighted to have this erasure poem published in the latest issue of Unlost Journal, a wonderful online journal that regularly publishes found poetry and art. This is issue #29 entitled “How Daily My Life” where you can view my submission and read all other entries (poem published under Nina Nazir). Hope you like!!

Shared for dVerse Open Link Night, hosted by Linda.

Time is a Haunt #dVerse 

I finally received my copy of the anthology Reimagining Ageing through the post. It was an exploratory project I took part in in 2021 along with a bunch of other writers, where together we wrote pieces in response to the subject of ageing and how the idea of time, and how meaningfully we spend our time, has changed since covid entered our world.

I have four poems published in this, one of which was part of a poetry exhibition, details of which you can check out here. Below is the longest of four poems I’m proud to have included in this diverse moving anthology, entitled Time is a Haunt. It’s not the cheeriest, I must say. So it doesn’t seem right to say I hope you enjoy it. There was a lot of death going on last year and the year before. But of course, there’s always death going on, isn’t there. This year has reached another pinnacle.

I read this poem back now and as always, I’d love to rewrite it. Too late! It’s in print. Anyway, here it is.

© N Nazir 2022

Shared for dVerse Open Link Night, hosted by Sanaa.

*Unfortunately, there are only limited copies of this anthology so I’m unable to provide a link to purchase it. However, I will probably share more poems from it in future.

*In case you’re wondering, I do have a fairly bright outlook on life in general.

*I would edit the crap out of this if I could though, honestly.

*Here’s one of my current ear worms: