Another Poem for Samhain

Helpless Beings, image from

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.


© Gregory Colbert

“Pure and complete sorrow is as impossible as pure and complete joy.”
– Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace

How can I viably write about war
when it will only end in why
and what for and glum inertia 
for the striving third world 
children who’ll never know
what childhood means.

in the privileged first world
a sentimental Romeo plays the piano.
His only problem –
how to make inroads
with the citrus-perfumed
temptation waltzing his way. 

He wonders if
she’ll leave with him 
at midnight.

He is crestfallen
when she leaves
with his friend.

Ah well.  
First world problems.

© N Nazir 2022

Written for Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt: Viable, 82 words, Shay’s Word Garden, where we are given inspiration with singer/songwriter Tom Waits (words used: sentimental, Romeo, piano, temptation, waltzing, midnight, crestfallen), The Sunday Muse (images as shown), Poets and Storytellers United theme: war and peace, and Ragtag Daily Prompt: Citrus

Statuesque in Liberty

I changed again in the night
a flight to a mayan dreamscape
not mine, but 
a spidery vortex of others.

I flitted this way and that
as is my wont,
tweaked a scene here
pulled a string there
for dream lords are not so different
from time lords.

We all but stop the nightmares creeping in
though of course
there’s always a realm for boogeymen.

I enter a fantasy
at the other end of Yonderland
and watch as an opera of rainsong
falls in thundering symphony 
from the petticoats 
of the newly escaped 

© N Nazir 2022

Written for Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing prompt: Opera, 95 words, The Sunday Muse (image as shown), Poets and Storytellers United (Prompt: to write from the point of view of a TV character), and Ragtag Daily Prompt: Flight