Forming

Placing value
Forming
Into
A way to
Do things

All the sky has
To offer
I take it in
The stars, moons
Planets & twinkling

Into my eyes
Small & big
Everything

Gorgeous
Undertakings
Hidden in
Problematic
Intentions

Hoping
Is more
Of a thing
Than I
Can handle
Anymore

Portions of
Possibilities
Of options
& happenings

You sold everything
You said it was for me
I asked you not to
Because I knew you
Didn’t mean it
I didn’t want to be controlled
That way anyway

Really

Really I am realistic
Anarchy is order
We must never mistake
Stellar ideology
For clueless
Vulnerability

The bare trees
Sketch
The air
When leaves come
They paint
Direction
On our breath

The wind

Fire of the sun
In you
In me
Still I think I was
Too real

For you

I’d rather be real
Than be nothing at all

Fairy tales
Are for
Stories

Maybe you
Read mine
& believed
I didn’t have
A body
At all

Ethereal dreams
Are beautiful
Tangible me
Inside
& outside
Of the turning
Moon
I sing &
No one hears

With tears
& secret songs
Embodied
Rain sounds
Come again

Stars so far away
We still believe (in)
& love them

Ā© Niliema Karkhanis


Authourā€™s note: a poem for day 10 of a month of poetry 2021


Featured image by Jr Korpa from Unsplash


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