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Multitudes

The secret place I put
My heart that day

I left it in a hotel room
Hidden underneath something

I couldn’t bring it home
With me
I feel it striving to
Return

You made me
Give myself to you

What was the point
Of that?

Correlating
Strings
Of nothing
Reaching
Pulling
Snapping
Calling

My heart
Away from
Me
I call it
Back to me

It doesn’t hear
Me anymore
But I know
One day

I’ll be multitudes
Again
& my heart will
Come back

& meet me with the tenderness it holds

& hold me in its

Splendid words

© Niliema Karkhanis


Authour’s note: a poem for day 19 of a month of poetry 2021.


Featured image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash


Of what & what?

Image by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash

~○~

Of what on

some days

am I made,

am I made?

Of exhaustion

endured

over many

many days;

of grief incurred

of spheres

outlain,

in order

to order

nothing

left

to gain.

Wented,

beholden,

friended,

folded,

unfriended

unfolded;

nothing of

consequence

when it

all ended.

Lingering love

for a

companionship

twisted

is only

an echo

of

what’s

warped &

repeated.

& what can I

do with myself

on some days,

but hold

onto my

breath until

heartbreak

evades?

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Except

Photo by Riss Design from Unsplash Simultaneously

Swift

& so

Methodical

Your impatience

On the one hand

Your careful

Pacing

On the other

You

Your

Elastic

Sense of

Self

Over time

I observed it

Not all of it

But enough

To know

You were

Meticulous

With everything

Except my heart

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Except

Reading & writing

~○~

The stories

I wrote for you

& you for me

Reading you

Reading me

Reading me

Reading you

I believed

In the stories

The stories

Believed in me

I think at some point

You believed too

~○~

If we had anything

We had worlds

& we had words

~○~

If you could read me

The way you wrote me

The way you wrote for me

Maybe things would

Be different today

They say

Try not to

Think that way

It’s not wrong to say

Still try not to

Think it anyway

~○~

Sometimes

Sound

Advice

Is lost on

The broken-hearted

~○~

I wish I was in a place in my life where I was organizing a retrospective of my art instead of a retrospective of my feels…

~○~

Me bleeding fear

Your anger clear

Who are you

After all these years

How could you

Take it all away

& blame me

At the close of day

~○~

Those pieces from us

Where are those choices of us

~○~

Empty notebooks

Deleted pages

Love deactivated

~○~

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Photo by freestocks from Unsplash

The moonlight reaches your heart

Photo

by Alexandro David

from Pexels

~○~

The moonlight reaches your heart

A star has time

A star has time

The moon will hold

Its light still

Endless days

Move quickly

Stillness is plenty

Yet never enough

You wonder who you are

Traces of life surprise Their journey’s end

As you wrap your being

Around itself

With news

The moonlight reaches your heart

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The impermanence of things

Photo by
Sharon McCutcheon
from Pexels

Like shattered glass
the broken heart
continues

glued

by organs
&
time
&
the future
&
circulation

the body

forgiving
the lost hope
of a winter
of things

you held on
for as long
as you could

attending to
lost stories

~○~

far away closeness
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 clouds

forget-me-not

you embody
this of cærulean

flower
studying it
on dusk’s wings
to memorize
yourself

to remember
what maybe
no one else
would

© Niliema Karkhanis

You can take that love & do something wonderful with it… 💜

You can take that love & do something wonderful with it...

You can read it here:

https://niliema.wordpress.com/2021/02/27/take-that-love-use-it-for-something-wonderful/

© Niliema Karkhanis