Tag Archives: #emotion

The impermanence of things

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Like shattered glass

The broken heart Continues

Glued by organs

& time

&the future


The body forgiving

The lost hope

Of a winter

Of things

You held on

For as long as

You could a

Attending to

Lost stories


Far away


Today’s best guess Tomorrows daydream The dawn is starry

3 floors above ground The full moon beams

& hides


Past the concrete

& past the clay

& past the crystal


Forget-me-not […]

The impermanence of things

 Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

dispatches from quarantine 2: passing days

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. here am i .

. i remember .

. i forget .

. i cry .

. what is .

¿ this space ?

¿ the after ?

. i try .

. quiet .

. sleep .

. tears .

? why ¿

. far . 

. away .

. music .

. plays .

… a sigh …

. it’s not .

. so far .

. & it is .

. i find .

© Niliema Karkhanis

Notes on writing process 3: The value of poetry

We learn that writing has to be informative or narrative, even poetry. I love narrative poetry. I think breaking with reality can also be very appealing. It builds creative & abstract thinking. It creates an opportunity to take in life in different, unexpected ways, even mundane or painful things. It’s emotional & we don’t always get the opportunity to express our emotions by reaching into them like you can working with poetics.

& when I say poetry, there are so many different kinds; this is a marvelous thing, to be celebrated. It’s such a massive field.

Poetry in its myriad forms is both generative & transformative. These are qualities which make it interesting & full of possibility. I still think that due to the way which poetry exists in cultures, it is a foundational form of text & cultural production. It is one of those things which is simultaneously undervalued & deliciously pervasive. One word on that: music.

That’s also a tension which creating poetic writing exists within. In another world, perhaps poetry would be viewed in the same capacity as any valued creation. Here & now though, such tension is in the mix. While I reject the devaluation, I also see a purpose in taking it on & working with it in my pieces.

Poetry is about interpreting & recharging information & experiences so the place of the poet in culture is going to be a part of that.

Read notes on writing process 1 & 2 at the following links:



© Niliema Karkhanis

One feeling after another

Wandering in

The dawn




As spilt milk

Cries itself

To sleep

& picks

Itself up

A starting


One feeling

After another

© Niliema Karkhanis

consequences of the heart

of the heart
by nrk

the heart knows the consequence of surrender & chooses it anyway because love tells beautiful stories so it may live


© Niliema Karkhanis

At the door

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At the door

Day knocks

It screams

Through the quiet

You let yourself

Into the room

Full of dancing sunlight

You let the rays wash over you

Like it’s 

The only warmth

That has something

To give

The story takes place

In a day which never ends

This is the promise of night

Endless day

When the sun turns away

The moon makes

Its judgements

Reflecting on what the sun has said

You let yourself 

Out of the room again

Night thickens

Becomes a gel

Then a solid

You are gone 

To those dreams

The solid night

Encases you

As the



Into day

You remember

The things you

Tried to forget

Over & over

You remember them

And you convince yourself

That they are lies

Because lies are what 

Run this place

Where is everything

You search


Life can be 

So small sometimes

So infinitely small

And so infinitely


With no beginning

And no known



The Inevitable

Sets in

Every end

Does have

A start

You sing to yourself

As you weep

And you pretend

It’s not 

The end 

At all

 Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

What if I can’t?

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Good evening from here dear blogosphere. A little poem of affirmation to remind us that we are doing everything & we deserve rest too. 💜💜💜


When I’m tired

As I am now

I question


About me

I then remind myself

As gently as I can

As long as I rest

As I am now

I can always


My incremental


 Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

& then the flowers they bloom again

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Karolina Grabowska 

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This was not

Meant for us

We did

Not know



We loved

We were

Not there

To find

The answers

To everything Everything changes Every flower opens Then goes away

Every sound

On waves


To return

Another day

Another season

Another year

Years go by

Taking With them

Time […]

& then the flowers they bloom again

 Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis