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Beginnings

Wisps of clouds

Float on the sky

Peach sunset

Dusk spring air

Warming

Cool collides

With all senses

Remembering

Beginnings

Our beginnings

Tender & caring

Soft soothing

Words in the midst

Of loss

Cards dealt

As contradictory

As the circumstance

Every day

I try & forget

What’s gone

Embrace

Love & chance

Absurd as

Whims of

Evening winds

Somehow with

Confusion

We know

Things

© Niliema Karkhanis

Authour’s note: poem 15 for a month of poetry 2021

Beginnings

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Trundling

The trundle
Of objects
Subjects
Rejects
Rolling
Through

The world
When it
Is a
An abundance
Of nothing

Destruction
Framed
As invention

Even still
The body
Reinvents
Herself

At the wheel
Driving
Towards
Appointments
& also towards
Unknown
Things

Where the
Road
Shouldn’t be

Where the trains
Shoudn’t be

Nostalgia
Is for you
Not for me

I’m sorry
Needs to
Mean
Something

The fact
You don’t believe
They deserve that
Says everything

Sometimes
Apologies
Make the hurt
More again

Because
Fixing things
Is about
Them

Disingenuity
Isn’t worth
Anything

Your 
Fauxpocalypse
A mythos
Of total self-interest

Collective
Action
Is something else

Working not
For a saviour
But a
Revolution

The actions
Of naysayers
Not fooling
Anyone

© Niliema Karkhanis


Authour’s note: For day 14 of a month of poetry using Your Daily Word Prompt ‘trundle’


Wiktionary definition & etymology of the word trundle


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Lo-fi

I can’t
I just can’t
Sometimes

Or maybe

I can’t


A lot

I try to
Convince
Myself
Of this
& that

That I
Can
Overcome
Things
I cannot

I mean
I overcome
Most things

As we do

Yet some
Things
Linger

Danger

Danger is
Not a
Stranger

& yet
Each & every
Time
A
Stranger

It is

Tyro
Tyrociny
Some crafts
Are apprenticed
Rather slowy

& some
Skills are
Learned
At lightning
Speed

As if
There’s
A microchip
In your head

For the record
I don’t want a
Microchip in
My brain

For the record
I’m lo-fi
That way

© Niliema Karkhanis


Authour’s note: for day 12 of a month of poetry 2021.

A consciousness stream.


For Your Daily Word Prompt ‘tyro’


wiktionary definition & etymology of tyro


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I guess

I guess
I couldn’t
Like…I
Guess
Understand
How to
React
To
Anything

I think
I just
Listened
To what
They said
& focused
On priorities

As much as
Possible
I’m kind
Of maybe
Only getting
It partially

Like I’m trying
You know
I’m always
Trying

I’m sorry
I just
Don’t
Understand

It’s not that
It’s out of
My hands

It’s that
I can’t
Be good
At things
I can’t
Be good at

I suppose, if you’d accepted my body. The make up of my body, you would have considered what it needed. What I needed. What I am. I am. I…

I just. I just. I just wanted us to have an entropy of phenomenon. Like an exception.

I guess
I guess

I am good
At rules
& I’m
Bad at rules

More & more
They say
That’s good

It is good
Isn’t it?

What isn’t good
Should break
Apart

Quantum
Re-assembly
Accounts
For all
That is broken

© Niliema Karkhanis


Authour’s notes: a final poem for day 11 of a month of poetry 2021.

I really have been working with consciousness streaming a lot. It’s a very effective way I have found to reach for the way I have processed ideas, experiences & emotions.

I’m playing with repetition here. & how I genuinely speak or lose words or think about things in song or in poetry.

Just thought I’d share some more in-depth writing process stuff, because the last couple of months really have me thinking about it again, especially as I’m writing more & developing more long-term themes & detailing my world-building more & more.

As a thought in conclusion, I’m mentioning the spontaneous writing flow work here because I truly believe if you practice tapping into this part of your brain function with respect to writing, you never have to copy anyone.

If you trust your gut & all your experiences with words. & I mean things like working a photocopy machine or filling out waybills for mailing packages or writing stories or writing social media posts, book reports, jokes…all of it.

Those are the 2 key places original writing comes from: ‘the back of your mind’, & from your experiences with life & language.

You never have to feel insecure in a way that you have nothing to say. All writers have the 2 things I have discussed here. & if you write from these 2 places, simultaneously, you will find uniqueness beyond your own imagination even.

Even boredom can be very creatively motivating…but that’s a topic for another time.

Thanks for reading. Please like &/or share if you feel like it. 💜


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Denotation

You were
Swept away
On it
The fantasy

& was it worth it?
It’s hard to say

Things can’t
Just be assessed
That way

Simplistically

That’s a lot
Of syllables
For a word
To denote
Simple

But anyway
I was saying

Oh I guess I
Said it
Without
Words
There

Or unrelated words
I guess

That
Distraction
Is a way
To escape
& to return

That’s what
I meant

If you were
Paying
Attention

If you
Weren’t

Well
That’s
Okay

We need
To expect
Either
Because
We all
Try
&
Nothing
Proves
Certainty
Certainly

Anyway…

© Niliema Karkhanis


Authour’s note: another poem for day 11 of a month of poetry 2021.

I’m just needing to go with open-ended writing at the moment. I’m enjoying juxtaposing that with doing prompts & even giving myself personal challenges within those, such as discussing philosophy or science, or creating characters effectively in the brevity of poetry.

As we are nearing the middle of the month, I just wanted to thank you for reading & engaging with my work. I’m really enjoying writing these days. So it’s definitely been a wonderful #glopowrimo for me so far. 🌷⭐🌟🎵🎶💜💌


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Non-sequitur

when I fall and only I am there to catch myself on pavement or on thinned ice, who will remind me that I didn’t break this time and that being broken from before is not shameful at all?

I am no astronaut but that doesn’t mean I can’t see the future sometimes or that I’ll never see the universe.

© Niliema Karkhanis


Authour’s note: I thought that I had finished going through all my sets of writings, especially from previous glopowrimos, but I keep finding little gems.

This is glopowrimo poem 10, April 11, 2017 from collection 3 of nearly lost poetry past (unedited).


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Tape

It was a delicate operation
Requiring careful consideration
What would come of the direction
Was another crumbling foundation

Mending broken heartedness
A wonderful reawakening
Learning to work with
What’s available
& making the most of
What’s on the table

I can’t believe

That could

Not be real
Unreal
Nonreal
Dereal
Real

Surreal

Reels of tape
Magnetic
Frames
Blurred edits
Video art

You were there
For a moment
& I was there
For a second

That’s about
All the time
I was given
In the scheme
Of things

The scene was set
& several times reset
To try & make
It realistic

Realism can’t be
Depicted really

© Niliema Karkhanis


For the Ragtag Daily Prompt ‘operation’


Authour’s note: another poem for day 10 of glopowrimo, a month of poetry 2021.


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Accessories

Twist ties
Accessories
Hair clips
Spools of thread

Needles
Being
Careful
To put
Things
In
Containers

But not
Your feelings
Those need
To be felt
Freely
Falling
Through
Æther

In dream
In crescendo

A flare

Will it rain again today?

I wonder
But I try & say
Something
Much more
Interesting

Today
Today
Today

Playing
Light
Forgetting
Night
At the
Height
Of the
Afternoon

Splendid
Spending
Depending

Do you think
You can
Determine
Our future?

I used to think
I could feel things
Coming

& maybe so
But what’s the
Difference?

To know or
To know or
To know

How many questions
Was I allowed

Sun high
Reminding us
Of setting

Setting tables
Placemats
& placeholders

You dressed nicely
I did dresses nicely too

It felt good
To be there
With you

Memories
& mindful present
Can exist in conversation

That’s how
I view it now
Through glasses
Through description

The greatest story
You ever gave me
Was the real one
At the end

From ashes
I rose
Ghost-like
No ghost-fully
Scathed
But remarkably
Still & even

© Niliema Karkhanis


Authour’s note: Inspired by Hoa Nguyen‘s (authour website) junk drawer song (you can learn about how to write one here) & the to-do list prompt from glopowrimo day 9.

I wrote this poem for day 10 kind of combining attributes from each prompt of the last couple of days, & things I maybe thought of after that I would like to have incorporated into my to-do list poem Much ado & to do & my drawer/song poem Paradoxes.

This piece is I guess a part 3 since I feel like the other 2 are connected to each other as well.


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Paradoxes

Even an end
Has a beginning

Lights turning
Tea lights burning
Batteries
Elastic
Organs
Playing
Music
On breath

Dear skies
Even an end
Has a start
The hat you
Left on the
Bed
Meant
Something

Pink thread spool
Light sketching
Designs on
The walls
Of sunset
Painted rooms

Even glasses
Of water remind
Me of you
Empty bottles
Of medicine
Sometimes
Refilled

With different things

We belong inside
These bodies
Brown paper
Bags are
Good for
Drawing

Nothing matches
This universe
Except
Other ones

Opening
& closing
Drawers
Doors &
Portals

We were
Mundane
&
We were
Mythical

© Niliema Karkhanis


Authour’s note: written for the Day 10 glopowrimo prompt combining notes on a song & notes on a junk drawer

The junk drawer song is a form invented by Hoa Nguyen.

I chose 2 songs. This is what I wrote based off notes & quotes from Lights Off by The Dears & An End Has a Start by Editors; lyrics credit to Murray Lightburn & Tom Smith, respectively.


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