Tag Archives: #musings

Coordinates

Taking the last
To the future
Whatever you
Think about
Love

Always
A complex
Illusion

Confusion

The floors lifting
Up to the sky
The coordinates
Falling out
Of your eyes

Your mouth is
The answer
No questions
Come through

Bittersweet

Twilight

© Niliema Karkhanis


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Of insects

Oh little creature

To me anyway
I mean to you
Your worlds
Are big &
Infinitely so

Everything
A matter of
Scale
Of course

Your course

Burroughing
& Flying
Versatile
Colourful
You

You go
All over

Pretty
Or not
Shiny or
Iridescent

Of course
All whom
We call
Insects
Are quite
Entirely
From
Eachother
Different

Amongst the
Earliest of
Earth’s
Lifeforms
Insect
Shapes
Ancient
Magical
Like seeds

Some
Menacing
Pestilent
Beasts
But many
Happy
Pollinators
Life’s
Best friends

© Niliema Karkhanis


Authour’s note: a poem for day 14 of a month of poetry 2021 using the Ragtag Daily Prompt ‘insect’.


Please go read the poems through the days on the glopowrimo site. There are lots of great poets & amazing work. & please sign up for disqus (go here: https://disqus.com/ or you’ll see icons above each day’s comments) & upvote the poems you like. It’s a great way to support poetry month participants & to let us know what’s working with our poems as well as our responses to the prompts. 💜🎶🖋🌸🌷💌


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Of words & meandering

Ample

Ambling

Pre-amble

Such an

Of wonderlust

Meanderer

I try to

get myself to

The point

Of things

As much

As possible

After all

Meaning

Isn’t it

Everything?

Without it

It is hard

To live

I don’t even know

Sometimes how

To tell my own

Stories

& so

Verse it is

Abstract

Yet precise

When I

Write it

It tells

Me things

A micro

A macro

Illustration

Impressions

Of being

Amble

Pre-amble

A lever of

Seeings

Writing

Is about

The point

Of things

It’s also

About

Getting

Lost

In things

© Niliema Karkhanis


For Your Daily Word Prompt: amble


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What I’ve learned about myself as a writer

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My writing never needed anyone. That is a lesson I’ve had to learn. Of course it needs & deserves to be read by those who appreciate it, by an audience which wants to understand & care about what I make. However, I always thought I needed someone in my life to care about it. I have felt that with my drawings & illustrations as well.

In the past year or so, I’ve come to realize that only I need my writing & drawing for them to deserve to exist.

I have continued always to make work when I can because I have needed & always need creativity in my life for my well-being. In terms of audience, I follow the tenet that making art which you wish to engage with in the world is what we do, need to do. & this I truly believe in; especially in terms of the socially conscious aspect, this will be eternally necessary. You want people to get something out of the work you release, to benefit from it in some way. I very much want that.

What I’ve learned about myself is that in order to get to that work, I need to focus on making stuff for me, enough of it, which may or may not make it out there.

Different than the squirreling creations away as I have done, it’s more about being really present in constructing a process for my work which transcends my insecurities, doubts & my centring lack versus plentiful expression.

Nothing taught me this more than coming to terms with the tension between access & production in a world which doesn’t place adequate value on artists’ labour.

While I value art to such a degree it’s very difficult to put into words, I like many cultural producers, have had to face these contradictions by simultaneously addressing them within ourselves, as well as in the world. Like I had to learn to value my whole person as an artist as much as I value art itself.

Art is a gift I give myself every day. I do that by thinking about what I’m missing & asking myself what do we need to be immersed in artistically to survive & feel connected in this world?

Ⓒ Niliema Karkhanis

Note: I was going to make this part of my series on the writing process. But it felt very personal, a reflection of what I’ve been through in the past year in general & as a writer. So I thought I’d post it as a musing. Also to encourage you to love & nourish your art self.

💜 nrk

Ethereal contemplations

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Weathered elations

Untimely frustrations

Engineered correlations

~○~

Characteristic hesitations

Courted associations

Dependent celebrations

~○~

Tender complications

Hidden striations

Mystical revelations

~○~

Fortuitous incantations

Assorted colourizations

Paramount exulations

© Niliema Karkhanis

Of meaninglessness

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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

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

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

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Andreas Wohlfahrt
from Pexels

Something stolen like that has to be remade or returned. It has to be taken & reinspired or it has to be reciprocated. One, the other or some. But not none.

It wasn’t love meant for me. & broken-hearted, I come to accept this.

Let it multiply in quantum even when you can’t feel it.

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

I hoped some form of friendship, love could find me in my sickness. I have arrived on my own, that’s how I’ll leave.

Sometimes love is a gift given. A gift received. Sometimes it is taken. & I have to accept that.

Sometimes love is about the taking & in the end in the midst of the circles of things, you leave yourself to be. You push yourself away & you hold yourself close until you can make it again.

© Niliema Karkhanis