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?

Sup Wednesday #Wordless

_{^{© N Nazir 2022}}

A Poem for Lunatics (ii)

^{_{Moon, Erasure Poem #40, watercolour & gel pens on paper, Sketchbooks 2021, © N. Nazir 2021}}

Moonlight watched time
alter the darkness.

The world experienced death
as though it was something

with no moon as witness.
The universe asks questions

of you. Who are you?
Do you feel

the blossoming insistence
of stars?

 _{^{© N. Nazir 2021}}

*This one’s pretty messy. I used Tippex to link the words and cover up the text and it got cloggy and rough around the edges, moreso when I tried to paint over it. Not easy to read either. Labyrinthine, even. I created it very quickly in response to a “moon” prompt a couple of months ago, and you can tell!

*And Debussy’s Clair de Lune. Just because.

A Trimeric Poem

^{_{Reflections (Bristol), digital photograph, © N Nazir 2021}}

Some kind of sanctity stirs beneath the strings
though disruption sought them in the blankness
of the mornings and the canvas that doesn’t know
what its becoming after last night’s mess-making.

Though disruption sought them in the blankness
stark against your bazaar fabrics that still
hold the wind of the country that spun them.

Of the mornings and the canvas that doesn’t know
how to form, as sure as the dress you taught me to fashion
pollen-dusted, airborne, swishing to fruition.

What it’s becoming after last night’s mess-making
is some kind of zephyr trapped between layers of good intentions
and long-forgotten dreams that flow through my fingers.

^{© N Nazir 2021}

^{_{Reflections (Bristol), digital photograph, © N Nazir 2021}}

Written for dVerse Poetry Prompt, hosted by Grace.
Today’s poetry form is Trimeric, which was invented by Charles A. Stone.
The rules are pretty simple:
1. Trimeric has 4 stanzas
2. The first stanza has 4 lines
3. The other three stanzas have 3 lines each
4. The first line of each stanza is a refrain of the corresponding line in the first stanza (so 2nd stanza starts with the second line, third stanza starts with the third line, etc.).
5. The sequence of lines, then, is abcd, b – -, c – -, d – -.
Note: No other rules on line length, meter, or rhyme.

^{* I’m not a classical music buff but I can’t get enough of this guy. These are the strings I’m talking about.}

A Cut and Paste Poem

^{Collage Poems, newspaper & glue (sketchbook 2021), © N Nazir 2021}

Poem-making like this is fiddly af but I find it so fulfilling, I can’t even tell you. I had a whole bunch of things to do and yet my morning got swallowed up like this. ‘Cause I’ve got my priorities right…?

I also stumbled across this gorgeous piece of music recently. I always suspected I liked Debussy but now I know for sure. Ideal for poem-making.

Thank you for stopping by ❤

^{© N Nazir 2021}