Tag Archives: #existential

Return

Scathed we go

Along our ways

Nursing wounds

Our hurts

Others’ pains

Following

The imperative

Of existence

Sometimes

Despite ourselves

In the bones

Of things

Remembering

All the things

Letting go

Enough to

Know

New things

New pains

New joys

All the things

Change

We become

& unscathed

Return

© Niliema Karkhanis


For Your Daily Word Prompt: scathe


scathe

[ skeyth ]   

verb (used with object), scathed, scath·ing.

to attack with severe criticism.

to hurt, harm, or injure, as by scorching.

noun

hurt, harm, or injury.


https://en.m.wiktionary.org/wiki/scathe


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Under crescent moon

from indigo sky. under crescent moon. time passes. never. is neither short enough nor long enough. ever. you have been small. forever. you have been big. forever. you have reached into the past for the sake of the future. you plant the hurts and the joys. you watch them grow. sometimes you look away and […]

Under crescent moon

© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński

A burgeon

A burgeon

A bloom

A wonderful

Growth

Relatively

Incremental

& yet

Noticeable

You didn’t

Acknowledge

How far

You’d come

After all

Yet

You made it

&

You deserve

The credit

© Niliema Karkhanis


For Your Daily Word prompt: burgeon


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barometre

today

a migraine

a barometre

of pressure

warm air

aura

lifts

itself

vertigo

swirling

coolness

down

constriction

around

around

construction

of nervous

system

photo

sensitive

activation

profound

movement

stop

return

ow

response

vein

pulse

pain

again

wait

now

© Niliema Karkhanis

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Elliptical: they stood at edge of the world (reprise)

Photo of Neptune by NASA from Unsplash

Finding herself

At the edge

Of the world

Again

She reminds herself

About spheres

The eliptical axes

At the centre

Of everything

Her arms

Stretched to

The scale of

The universe

Spinning


They stood at the edge of the world

© Niliema Karkhanis

For the dverse poetics prompt ‘edge’, Choice 1; you can find it here

Elemental

Photo by Franco Antonio Giovanella from Unsplash

~○~

Of æther

Where nothing

Becomes something

Spinning in

Weightlessness

~○~

Of the air

Like cloth

It wraps us

In breath

Inside & out

~○~

Of water

We emerge

Drinking it in

Flowing

Raining

Forever being

~○~

Of earth

Geology of life

~○~

Of fire

In our core

Something

Becomes nothing

~○~

Gravity

~○~

© Niliema Karkhanis

For the sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt ‘elements’ (47 words)

Paper & pen

Photo

by Carli Jeen

on Unsplash

You said the

Morning isn’t

Your time

Quietly Sipping tea

You make it work Anyway

Pain

You don’t know Anymore

Where

Everywhere

Here

You watch the day

You are it

It is about air

Air & shreds

Of things unsaid

You are about

Paper & pens

Pens & paper

Breathing […]

Paper & pen

Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

Of meaninglessness

Photo by Alexandru Acea from Unsplash

Why are we hurt by certain things when we know our worth is greater than what has been done to us? Of course this is an eternal question.

We do all of the things. Self-care, work-to-avoid, soothe, distract, etc… & yet the pain never goes. It’s always hurt from things that shouldn’t be of such great consequence which is all the more unnerving.

I mean often of course it is a great trauma, & the depths of grief seem an endless traverse. This, however justifies itself through the healing process, because we know it was significant, such as the death of a parent, for example.

Those things though which are blips in our lives, or perhaps hadn’t much to do with us in terms of how we experience them, how we are treated, they can last for too long, our hearts enduring immeasurable suffering as a result.

I suppose that’s exactly the point, the most meaningless things are the most lingering. We put meaning into something relational or structural, & its eternal return happens to be meaninglessness. That’s very problematic on our bodies.

Perhaps there is nothing emptier than giving meaning to life & having it returned as cold confusion & meaninglessness.

Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

Paper & pen

Photo by Carli Jeen on Unsplash

You said the

Morning isn’t

Your time

Quietly

Sipping tea

You make it work

Anyway

Pain

You don’t know

Anymore

Where

Everywhere

Here

You watch the day

You are it

It is about air

Air & shreds

Of things unsaid

You are about

Paper & pens

Pens & paper

Breathing in

Somehow

Even though

The fire of things

Consumes you

You play along

Ink in hand

You are silver

Facing flame

You become

A few things

They become you

Never flaunting

Anything

Nothing orders you

Except circumstance

& aching

Sometimes alive

You make it work

Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis