I Wish I Was a Morning Person

When all seemed well, I stepped out.  The sunrise a bleach streak of exalted non-yellow.  ‘Twas not a normal Sunday.  I, gauche femme, frostbitten, fingerless mitten.  When the mind is loquacious.  Then pauses to drench.  Quiet jives.  Time is a slipstream.  Rendered lucid in the giddy light.  Karma’s overgrown hair blowing into spring.  A familial scattering.  And here I land – pop! – in a gasp of winter sun.  Homeland.  In motion.  But. Waiting for a bus.  Clashing colours.  Empty stomach.  Sleep-deprived.  And always, always just a little bit late.  

© N Nazir 2023

Written for Shay’s Word Garden where Shay brings us inspiration with William Wordsworth (words used: yellow, lucid, overgrown).

Written also for Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt: loquacious, 88 words.

A Heaving Petticoats Poem

It’s true, I said, I’m musically promiscuous
but I thought you were too?  

Surely we belong together?
What a gorgeous catastrophe,

you replied, how we flamenco like this 
but never meet, not really.

Then let’s rewrite the script, I urged
let’s go one cerulean afternoon

to the cottonwoods 
where the bees wallow

and make like a samba in the zinnias.  
No one need ever know!  Besides

I wore my peignoir for you
and the moment is already cyanic.

You give me some kind of all-overishness
damn you! you declared, but got up

gruntled, took my hand
and led me there.

© N Nazir 2023

Written for Shay’s Word Garden where Shay brings us inspiration with award-winning poet Alicia Suskin Ostriker, with the word list taken from her poetry collection The Crack in Everything (words used: gorgeous, catastrophe, flamenco, cerulean, cottonwoods, bees, samba, zinnias).

Written also for Sammi Scribbles Writing Prompt: Script, 100 words.

*This is really a belated Throwback Thursday 🙂 But has also been my earworm this week.

A Piece of Prose

The world has been made in perfect design, though it hangs akilter and jostles between eureka and disaster.  A perpetual day and a perpetual night turn and turn.  There is still time and it’s not too late.  Even though my love is a dust whirlwind of longing trying to find its way.  Even though sands shift and the desert night is cold, cold.  Even though we orbs have had it with this realm.  Quiet joy bubbles somewhere, where the journey goes beyond and beyond.

© N Nazir 2022

Written for Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt (Perpetual, 84 words), and Poets and Storytellers United (Theme: Repeating Oneself).

*Title suggestions welcome. I have no idea what to title my writes sometimes.

*Congratulations, Argentina!!! Well-deserved ❤

*How are you all? 🙂

Another Poem for Samhain

Helpless Beings, image from Piccsy.com

A shuffling of ghosts 
burn away in the midday sun 
like smoke dissipating.  
It was their time.  

I scribble ink 
onto paper and parchment, 
how becoming it is 
when it becomes something. 
I’m partial to this. 

The occasional 
slam dunk of completion 
is a sweet rush   
but creativity 
has always made my tides turn.  

I drink my coffee 
then go out
place a tobacco offering 
by the tree
poised to welcome 
a hoard of those
newly passed over. 

© N Nazir 2022

Written for Shay’s Word Garden where Shay brings us inspiration with the beautiful poems of Susie Clevenger (words used: shuffling, ghosts, ink, coffee, tobacco, poised), Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt: Dunk, 78 words, The Sunday Muse (image as shown), and Poets and Storytellers United with this week’s theme: Sweet.