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A subtle poltergeist

A subtle poltergeist nrk

You can read it here:

https://niliema.wordpress.com/2021/02/28/a-subtle-poltergeist/

Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

A subtle poltergeist

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In the evening
sparse
with sounds,
sounds
the wind.

You pretend
you
do not hear
the ghosts, no
because
when you were
small,
the adults
would tell you
it was air,
moving air.

In many
waving
patterns…

Like light,
it waves;
like dark
it waves.
Like even
silence,
it waves →
like water…

Inside
the quiet
night,
the wind
folds
and
pleats.

You listen to what the air has to say.

You listen,
because
like any rebel,
you
believe in the
haunting reality,
that it is here
somewhere.

Ethereal
ephemeral,
beautifully
evasive,

A familiar poltergeist,

Subtle now,

But not forever…

© Niliema Karkhanis

From a collection of poetry past (edited). Circa 2016. A new sequel to follow in the coming days.

One feeling after another

Wandering in

The dawn

With

Unsuspecting

Disbelief

As spilt milk

Cries itself

To sleep

& picks

Itself up

A starting

Over

One feeling

After another

© Niliema Karkhanis

the wind passes through us

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the wind passes through us

inside us

ghosts

we are dead

we are there

in the breeze

& then gone

& then there again

we eat the air

we breathe the sky

we live in dreams

we wear what we please

we sparkle in sunlight

on night we glow

we cry in songs

we are the sounds

you can’t place

the memories you can’t

quite remember

we are the choices

that were made for us

sometimes we are the ones we made for ourselves

we are the whispers in leaves

the bird songs at dusk

the quiet of remembering

on air we float

it is the only house

we know

where in those

moments

our breath

is a mutter

we tell a story

of life before

when we were

alone

what lurks

in plain sight

are the deaths

we’ve had

they are the clouds

in our atmospheres

the moons

in our twilights

they mark our pasts

they tell our futures

when we wanted

things were taken

all in the end

with no admission

all of this

all that we are

it is the end

it’s also the beginning

 Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

💜 You leave it in the corner 💜

You leave it in the corner and wonder if you will ever get back there to that corner of the world. Small places have less corners to fill. But you try still, because empty places feel temporary, harsh, undecorated.

‘This is all temporary,’ you say. 

They don’t look away from nothing important on the television […]

You leave it in the corner

© Niliema Karkhanis

Dispatches from quarantine

Photo by C Technical 
from Pexels
Text added by nrk

Dispatches

From quarantine

I’m basically a robot

Myself now

Or not myself now

I suppose

I work a lot

Then tell myself

I don’t

Because I suppose that’s easier than facing the nothingness

~

They often say there’s nothing that’s more of a void than meaninglessness, yet this timeframe is built upon it

& won’t let go

Irony of ironies in a world where obsolescence is also paradoxically central

~

Ah here we are pontificating again. I suppose that’s how we survive things.

Lol don’t judge

~

If they say it’s for always

You’ll know now that that means for never

& so we continue

With all of the themes

We forget made us

More than themes

Striations 

strata

Selves

Layers in us

& around us

We wrap ourselves

In things we once thought

Would leave us for dead

© Niliema Karkhanis

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