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Go

The tidy ways

We present our messes

The ways we try &

Perfect ourselves

Letting go

We hold on

To things

© Niliema Karkhanis

For the Pick Me Up Poetry prompt 13/52 to write a 25-word poem (click go below then scroll down on the original post to ‘authour’s notes’ for a link to PUMP’S amazing 52 prompts)

Authour’s note: poem 12/30 for a month of poetry 2021

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Go

Stars, the friendly ghosts of time

When dusk falls

Night upon us

Looking towards

The deep blue

Beautiful

Darkness

For answers

For night

Holds gently

The body’s

Secrets

When

We find

Safety

When we

Don’t

The quiet

Twilight

Gives signs

Stars

The friendly

Ghosts

Of time

Moon

Oh reliable

Shining

Companion

How you

Love the stars

& reflect

Their light

Meaning in

Geology

Of sky

Many

Answers

In the night

© Niliema Karkhanis


Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash


For world poetry day


Of entropy

The things you remember at the end of the day. Who you are. Who you’re not. 

Sending signal

All that we say

Texting

Texting

Things

About

Moments

Perhaps

A modicum

Of safety

Somewhere

Maybe

Out there

The kindles

Of the planets’

Cores

Are restless

Still they

Have patience

With us

What about

The fortune

Of entropy

It makes

Extropy

Possible

I read a poem

About

The possible

& now I can’t

Stop thinking

About

Possibility

The concept of it.

Even silence

Wants more

Silence

The things you remember at the end of the day. Who you are. Who you’re not. 

© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash

Resolve

Image by Daniele Levis Pelusi from Unsplash

Their eyes knew

Something more

Votive

Volatile

Expression

Of

Electricity

Of flame

Of alone

They knew

Of secrets

Solitary

Secrets

Radiating

Incendiary

Secret

Resolve

Hearts to aces

& diamonds

To dust

Sorted & shuffled

Too often

Truth falls

© Niliema Karkhanis

Resolve

The bone machine

Sometimes things catch up with you. Like you weren’t running, but you’re just not where you could feel it all yet. You put yourself in work, in art, in dreams, in songs, in podcasts, in television, in anything that makes the form of things alter a little. Bends the room. Brings glow. You pull yourself […]

The bone machine

© Niliema Karkhanis

The bone machine

Sometimes things catch up with you. Like you weren’t running, but you’re just not where you could feel it all yet.

You put yourself in work, in art, in dreams, in songs, in podcasts, in television, in anything that makes the form of things alter a little. Bends the room. Brings glow.

You pull yourself out of the things that feel good. Things stop hurting because really they hurt too much. Holding onto breath.

Sometimes literally everything is upside down. Gravity a friend & a foe. Like time.

But like it’s when after a while you think ‘maybe I’m better this second’ & then the feels they take ahold of your hand & tell you about how this is it. This is it.

Breathing. The ache of it. One moment in front of another. Making things. Trying for the things you make to be enough. Trying for you to be enough for the things you make.

Then you don’t know. So you eat a snack. You sip caffeine with milk. & the sun beams into your crystalline eyes, remaking you.

Your skin of many lines & changes holding your heart within the bone machine. You absorb the orb’s writing rays.

& that star says ‘I made you, I made you’. Here’s some more of life.

© Niliema Karkhanis

Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash

Resolve

Image by  Daniele Levis Pelusi from Unsplash

Their eyes knew

Something more

Votive

Volatile

Expression

Of

Electricity

Of flame

Of alone

They knew

Of secrets

Solitary

Secrets

Radiating

Incendiary

Secret

Resolve

Hearts

to aces

& diamonds

To dust

Sorted

& shuffled

Too often

Truth falls

© Niliema Karkhanis


For your daily word prompt: volatile


Pink unicorn: micro-fic

 Image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash

The apartment is stifling. No a/c. It is one of the hottest days of a heatwave. Too hot to think. He’s not home at least. You need a few things. You have to leave the little old bright green-eyed grey cat, whom everyone mistakes for a kitten, for now. Only for now.

That’s all you’ll think about for days. Knowing she’s missing you & scared. Easier to worry about the cat than yourself right now.

You pack some clothes, some sketchbooks & a pink unicorn stuffed animal.

This is the last time you’ll see the inside of this place. You are leaving for good.

In a hurry, you look back around only to wave to the cat, neither of you wanting to meet eyes; as you hold the soft unicorn close to your heart & run down the long flight of stairs. You’ll be back for her. She knows. You know.

You exit & breathe the hot heavy air. Your bus will arrive soon at the corner. You make your way.

© Niliema Karkhanis