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?

Stream of Consciousness (A Blitz Poem)

this romantic season
this fever of reasons
reasons to be cheerful
reasons to be careful
careful, don’t get caught in the tundra
careful, or you’ll get sucked under
under the wave you’ll go
under the falling snow
snow drift lays like sheets
snow, when we two meet
meet by the bridge of longing
meet by the sultry moon
moon over me, I
moon over you too
too many wishes
too little time
time wobbling into dusk
time, of the essence
essence of rosemary
essence of orange blossom
blossom into a love boat’s shoring
blossom into a milky morning
morning brings a nattering
morning brings sighs and things
things, not what they seem
things are a makeshift dream
dreams are phantoms
dreams are lanterns
lanterns guide your way
lanterns of faerie ballet
ballet into the future
ballet into your reverie
reverie of summer gone
reverie of summer to come
come what may, the mice will play
come what may, the cat’s away
away with you, blues
away with you, into the blue
blue shoes on a blue day
blue notes you whisper in my ear
earmark this moment 
earmark this wish
wish it was easy
wish it was now
now will come soon
now is opportune
opportune
soon

© N Nazir 2022

Written for Shay’s Word Garden where we are given inspiration with Ghost Eaters by Clay McLeod Chapman (words used: romantic, fever, tundra, sultry, wobbling, milky, nattering, makeshift, phantom), We’Ave Written Weekly where the Poet of the Week, Murisopsis, invites us to write a Blitz Poem, The Sunday Muse (image as shown) and Poets and Storytellers United (Theme: Ordinary)

You Hotfoot it Out of There

My blind spot hides the assassin 
who has crept through gardens to find me.
When I turn around, there is no one 

but he heard my melody in the mountains
and followed the notes 
through thickets and sin

now he lurks outside my house
backflipping down from the roof
waiting to pounce 
but he doesn’t come in.

Puzzled, I watch him from windows
but his shadow has slipped from view
always, always, again and again.

The only sign he was there
is the tremble of violets 
in the space he left.

He’s so clever, my assassin.
I saved myself by making him love me
but I don’t know how long this will last.

Show yourself! I call out into the dusk
Do what you will, take what you want!
I am met with silence.

He knows I know 
what he wants.

So I play the melody he followed
play until he shows himself
then slips back into the shadows

play until my hands ache
play until 
he is gone
with the morning.

© N Nazir 2022

Written for Shay’s Word Garden where we are given inspiration with Stephen Crane (words used: assassin, blind, gardens, melody, mountain, puzzled, sin, thickets, violets), The Sunday Muse (images as shown), and Poets and Storytellers United (theme: dialogue) where I have gone a little off-prompt.

Black Flowers Arts Journal #Publication

I’m not sure what’s happening at the moment but I received news of another publication this week! This one’s for Black Flowers Arts Journal, Volume Twelve, the Dreams issue. It includes three of my pieces, one collage poem, one painting and one erasure poem. I guess I should submit more visual poems! They seem to fill a niche. They used the painting (Perspective) as the front cover on Instagram, so I’m really pleased about that. You can view all my pieces by clicking here.

I’m happy with how it looks, it’s wonderful to see my work curated like that. I rushed to get the erasure poem done for the deadline so I was a bit concerned it would look rough around the edges but it seems to hold up well. And I’m thinking of doing more collage poems in future. Kind of isolated phrases against a starkly drawn background. What do you think?

I hope you like them as much as I enjoyed doing them! 🙂

Thank you, as ever, for dropping by ❤



© N Nazir 2022

Star Walks

Star Walks, Erasure Poem #75, gel pen and biro on paper, (Sketchbooks 2022), © N Nazir 2022
Text source: Sum: Tales from the Afterlives, David Eagleman, p.21

Our lucky nights

are spent taking

star walks.


In our dream dialogue

we interpret death

as a brave afterlife.


*published over at Ink Sweat and Tears on 07.11.22

*shared for dVerse Open Link Night, hosted by Sanaa.

I’ve become very cavalier with my attitude towards Throwback Thursday having missed the odd one here and there. But I reserve the right to continue the tradition when I’m in the mood. So here’s mine for today. Okay, I know Starman would have been the most obvious choice to complement the poem but it’s not my fave Bowie song (shock, gasp). Heroes is, along with Wild is the Wind and The Man Who Sold the World. And let’s not forget the soundtrack to Labyrinth, oh no. That’s in a league of its own.

What’s your favourite Bowie song? Will you join me by sharing it in the comments? Or feel free to share your latest ear worm, whatever that may be 🙂