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Doorway

There is an
Open doorway
In my mind

Set in the sky
What’s on the
Otherside
Changes

Sometimes it’s a sunset
Sometimes a shimmering
Twinkling nebula
Sometimes it’s the past
Or it’s options

Sometimes it’s the future
Sometimes it’s nothing at all

Sometimes it’s
Just the next
Hour ahead
A portal to
A moment

Sometimes it looks
Far ahead
Sometimes
Inward instead

It all depends
On the state
Of my health

The doorway
Suspended
Perpetually
Transforming
Itself

Encouraging me
To strive to not regret
& instead to love
Myself

© Niliema Karkhanis


Authour’s note: poem 3 for a month of poetry. Playing with fantasy, multiverses, hope, imagination & portals.


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Elevator

There are

Things

You can’t

Talk about

He tried to

Get in the

Elevator

With you

& you

Pressed

All the

Buttons

1 2 3 4

Basement

This was

The kind

Of building

You died

In

Radio radio

Headphones

Internet

Television

Crossing

Arm blocking

Pressing

Buttons

All the buttons

On the button

Panel

He steps back

At least

There’s that

Task done

Back to

Safety

Relatively

The ghosts

In this house

They could

Tell you…

© Niliema Karkhanis

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Facing

For Marlon’s 5 minute Monday micro-poetry challenge

Cloth-wrapped packages

A pleasure to receive The cloth-wrapped world

This æther

We are of it

I am from it

The gifts of skies

Wrapped in clouds Mauve

Taupe

Dreams

& reveries

What

Saturday

Brings more

Activity

These days

Quarantine

A determinant

Of many things

I don’t resent

I value

The safety

we

Build

Wrapping cloth […]

Facing

© Niliema Karkhanis

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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

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Orchestra

The life of ideas

Ideology

Inculcated

Things

Made up

Of us

All that we

Believed

Maybe not

So real to you

As it was to me

That must have

Been hard

Even though

It’s not

But who am I

To say

I suppose

Your world

Is make

Believe

Mine is

Stark

Sometimes

Sometimes It’s a […]

Orchestra

© Niliema Karkhanis

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Petals

Petals to

Bloom

Soon

Airs of spring

Kettle water

Dust on wire

Tea light warming

Ambience wiling

Comforting intensity

Of any given tendency

Dust to dusk

Wire to wire

Weathered fold

Out of the mold

Compassion

Has hold

No

Parallel

Hegemony

Of hell

Petals

Felled

While

Aiming

To grow

© Niliema Karkhanis

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Odds & evens

Sorrows

Drive hearts

Beating

Odds

Even

Stillness

Beats

Faster

Looming

Light

Of these

Ages

Economy

Is

Interdependency

Not the

Opposite

Certain

Kinds

Of taste

Are a sin

The only

Real sin

Representing

What’s behind

All of it

With this

Story sung

Waiting

Stays

The sun

© Niliema Karkhanis

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Cheekiness

Your cheek

I always loved

Your cheeks

So much

Because

They

Reminded

Me of

Our jokes

~○~

I tell them to

Myself

Sometimes

& laugh

As if

You were

There

~○~

Your face

As time goes on

Of you

Impressions

Remain

It took

A long time

To learn

To live

In

Laughter

Not in pain

~○~

Yet now

Of your

Cheekiness

Stay many

Mains

~○~

The gift

Of humour

Returns

Again

& again

© Niliema Karkhanis


For the Word of the Day Challenge prompt: cheek


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Orchestra

The life of ideas

Ideology

Inculcated

Things

Made up

Of us

All that we

Believed

Maybe not

So real to you

As it was to me

That must have

Been hard

Even though

It’s not

But who am I

To say

I suppose

Your world

Is make

Believe

Mine is

Stark

Sometimes

Sometimes

It’s a beautiful

Day

Perspective

My eyes

Knew something

More

To

Inculcate

A

Psychic

Is

Impossible

You can’t

Love

Someone

Away from

Who they are

By itself

All by

Itself

The self

Inculcates

An inner

Orchestra

Another

Way is

Possible

© Niliema Karkhanis


For Your Daily Word Prompt: inculcate


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All of you

Perhaps you

Are more

Impavid

More fearless

Than you think

Reaching in

All directions

Even while

Shaking

Hiding tears

So no one

Can see

The both

Sides

The impavid

& the venerably

Vulnerable

Too

But you are

Many things

& you deserve

To be

All of you

© Niliema Karkhanis


For the Word of the Day Challenge prompt: impavid


Adjective

impavid (archaicfearlessundaunted


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