What Shape is this Waning?

planet is
euphoniously shifting.  It
creaks and grinds with turning
but cannot escape from itself.  From us.  It
writhes in its own hot soup, trying to
heal.  It doesn’t want to
fail.  We mustn’t.
And yet
yet –


has turned
away from me
tonight.  It peered over then,
having colluded with the sun earlier that day,
simply shrugged and slipped under a blanket.  Still,
I’ll wait for it, until
it’s cast off
its pall,


afoot.  Sands
of time glide
underfoot, slipping, never not shifting.
Nothing is still though it appears to be.
Light and shade persist in their love affair
defining this, that, you, me.
Merging only at
twilight before

© N Nazir 2021

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Written for dVerse poetry prompt: Concrete or Abstract? hosted by Ingrid. The challenge is to write a poem using only concrete nouns and imagery. Hence, the following words are banned: soul, love, lust, dreams, sorrow, suffering, heartache, wonder, etc and any other such abstract nouns.

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I have used two lines from previous poems as prompts for these poems, using the Fibonacci form. I came across this form whilst doing NaPoWriMo earlier this year. It comprises of the following structure 1-1-2-3-5-8 though I have mirrored it backwards to make it longer: 1-1-2-3-5-8-8-5-3-2-1-1, mostly, because I enjoy the shape it makes 🙂 Plus I get more words to play with.

The line “the washed-out planet is euphoniously shifting” is the title of a poem I wrote a few months ago which you can read here if you so wish.

The line “the moon has turned away from me tonight” is from a poem I also wrote a few months ago entitled Caught In-between an Ache and a Dream which you can read here if inclined.

Thank you for dropping by ❤

Muse, where art thou?

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Does a deadline mean something dies if it
doesn’t get there on time?  Out of the hat
I pull something.  No, it’s not a rabbit
but it’ll do.  I speak of this and that
yet all I want is to throw paint around.
Show me your muse and I’ll show you my blues.
If you lie in the sun I’ll hose you down,
it’s better that way.  To win is to lose.
Then when you’re not looking, I’ll hide your shoes.

© N Nazir 2021

Written for dVerse Poetry Prompt hosted by Laura: write a Novelinee, a 9 line stanza poem with the following sequence, a, b, a, b, c, d, c, d, d. It should be written in iambic pentameter or 10 syllable lines (decasyllabic) with alternate stresses. It can be just one 9 line stanza or you may choose to write several stanzas in this form.

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.