A Sonnet about Something or Other

Karmic sighs in this indigo dreamscape
show us a glimpse of a new becoming
as the wind rattles, the future takes shape
and somewhere I hear the sound of humming.
The times are apocalyptic, you say
yet there are dreams in your imagining
only time will tell as fates have their way
for hearts will never refrain from singing.
Love is the thing in times untellable 
when everything else seems impossible.

^{_{© N Nazir 2022}}

Written for W3 Prompt #24: Wea’ve Written Weekly at The Skeptic’s Kaddish, where the poet of the week invites us to write a ‘Minute’ poem or a Shakespearean sonnet using iambic pentameter. I chose the latter, obvs 🙂

Shared also for dVerse Open Link Night, hosted by Lillian.

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I wish my Throwback Thursday was somehow related to my poem but it couldn’t be more incongruous 😀 I chose it merely for the fact that I was listening to the Great Purple One today and it had been a while since I’d heard this utter gem. So I thought I’d share it with you too! Need I explain Prince? Of course not. What was your song of the day? ❤

This Poem Laid Waste the Garden

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Shall I compare thee to a stormy night?

Thou art more brooding and tempestuous.

Your rough words do blow me aside

and summer leaves too soon, short-tempered.

Sometime calm, eye of thy hurricane

and often your ashen complexion grimm’d

as every dusk indigo turns to grey

perchance because your beard’s unhinged.

But thy eternal gale shall not subside,

nor lose countenance of that prowess.

Nor shall life take you in its stride

when in countless spirals thou traversest.

So long as minds can feel and hearts can muse

‘Tis stillness rich once thou have cruised.

_{^{© N Nazir 2021}}

Sharing for dVerse Open Link Night.

*Originally written for NaPoWriMo 2021 prompt: to write a parody taking a famous poem or song as your source. You can read the original sonnet here.

This Poem is Questionable

To be or not to be is not the question
when one doesn’t have a choice at birth.
What’s noble about suffering? is a better question.
To sleep perchance to dream is no use
if one is prone to insomnia.
How outrageous of fortune to sling arrows,
has she nothing better to do?
Ay, now, there’s the tub.
I’ll have a good soak before bed,
take the edge off.
Maybe even perchance a cup of cocoa.
To wash hair or not to wash hair? 

_{^{© N Nazir 2021}}

In response to Sammi Scribbles weekend writing prompt: Question, 84 words.

*This poem is a little blah but I was in the mood to write a poem about nothing much in particular. I like the restraint of a word limit, I don’t know why. Plus, I can’t resist a good Sammi Prompt.

*This poem is inspired by the very famous Shakespeare sonnet from Hamlet, which you can read in full here if you so wish: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/56965/speech-to-be-or-not-to-be-that-is-the-question

*I don’t actually have a tub.

This Poem Laid Waste the Garden

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Shall I compare thee to a stormy night?

Thou art more brooding and tempestuous.

Your rough words do blow me aside

and summer leaves too soon, short-tempered.

Sometime calm, eye of thy hurricane

and often your ashen complexion grimm’d

as every dusk indigo turns to grey

perchance because your beard’s unhinged

But thy eternal gale shall not subside

Nor lose countenance of that prowess

Nor shall life take you in its stride

when in countless spirals thou traversest

So long as minds can feel and hearts can muse

‘Tis stillness rich once thou have cruised.

^{© N Nazir 2021}

NaPoWriMo Prompt: to write a parody poem taking a famous poem or song as your source.

This is not a parody but what the hell. I let the poem come as it wanted.

You can read the original sonnet here.

http://www.napowrimo.net