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Archive for the month “July, 2013”

A NOTICE

I will be away for vacation until August 11th. I will continue daily writing, but may not have the opportunity to post them when ready. If you don’t hear from me for a while, be prepared for a flood of poems when I’m back. Please take care and let your days be filled with the magic of words, colors and music.

ALL DONE (Saturday, July 27, 2013)

My face got soar
Ears dropped down
Eyes got tired of talking
I shut up and
Painted the cage in purple

Time to sail away.

A YEAR AGO TODAY (Friday, July 26, 2013)

A little girl in the playground
White cotton dress with baby blue bows around the skirt
White laced socks and
White Mary Jane shoes

A yellow river danced around her freckled-face

‘’Five little monkeys swinging in the tree

Teasing Mr. Alligator can’t catch me….can’t catch me

Along came Mr. Alligator quiet as can be

And snapped that monkey out that tree’’



Two big emeralds were looking deep into the Soul

‘’Four little monkeys swinging in the tree

Teasing Mr. Alligator can’t catch me….can’t catch me

Along came Mr. Alligator quiet as can be

And snapped that monkey out that tree’’

Her soft and sweet
voice echoed in the Purple Valley

‘’Three little monkeys swinging in the tree

Teasing Mr. Alligator can’t catch me….can’t catch me

Along came Mr. Alligator quiet as can be

And snapped that monkey out that tree’’

The Wind played with her hair and she giggled

‘’Two little monkeys swinging in the tree

Teasing Mr. Alligator can’t catch me….can’t catch me

Along came Mr. Alligator quiet as can be

And snapped that monkey out that tree’’



The faster she got the greater her joy was

‘’One little monkey swinging in the tree

Teasing Mr. Alligator can’t catch me….can’t catch me

Along came Mr. Alligator quiet as can be

And snapped that monkey out that tree’’

The swing disappeared in the Blue Sky
She was gone
But I swear I last heard her singing
”No more monkeys swinging in the tree”.

DID YOU HEAR MY CALLING? (Thursday, July 25, 2013)

I called your name
First a faint whisper
I breathed in
Repeated louder
Then took my deepest breath and
Shouted at the top of my voice
It was not a calling from a human throat
The birds flew away
Dogs howled
A dark cloud masked the Silver Moon
I fell down like an empty sac
Lifeless

My voice traveled in the Deep Ocean
It passed by exotic fish
Through the Undersea Forests
Twisting
Rising
Descending
Hiding in caves
Speeding when the Sun played with the waves
But on its way like air bubbles destined to reach the surface
Finally crashed on the Steep Cliff in your hometown
And fell down like a silk veil
Lifeless.

OMRUM (=MY LIFE) (Wednesday, July 24, 2013)

Pieces of broken glass swept to one side
Blood stains darker
Some covered with dust
Still there
Time-proof
Mind-resistant
Heart-tolerant

Yet
”The unbearable joy” of saying
”I did what I could”
Before going to sleep
Every night

LONGING (Tuesday, July 23, 2013)

I miss you, my Love
Winter has turned into Spring
The cheery tree blossomed
Peaches are now mellow and sweet
Kittens are born
Tiny innocent faces
The magpie got healed
She can fly far away but she does not
Pink red geraniums welcome the Sun and the Moon
Idleness prevails in long afternoons
Songs of Freedom and Love are chanted everywhere
When the Silver Moon kisses the Sea

Oh, no!
Wait a minute!

I miss the image I created of you
Working nights long under dim light
With bare hands
Bruised and blistered
Blood oozing from my fingertips
My back as stiff as a cane
The dark circles darker
Wider around my sleepless eyes
Chiseling
Shaving
Molding
Painting

I miss your image
I breathed into

BİR VARDI, BİR YOKTU (Pazartesi, 22 Temmuz, 2013)

Karıncanın biri baş kaldırdı Dağa
Bulutlar hiddetlendi
Yağmur sel olup aktı Vadiden
Rüzgar affetmedi
Esti gürledi
Tozu dumana kattı
Güneş harladı
Kor gibi yaktı değdiği dalları

Hikaye bu ya
Karınca çoktan açılmıştı Okyanusa
Kavak ağacı yaprağında.

ONCE UPON A TIME (Monday, July 22, 2013)

An ant revolted against the Mountain
The clouds got furious
Rain poured down and flooded the Valley
The Wind did not forgive
It blew and roared
Raising a dense cloud of dust
The Sun flared up
The branches it touched were set in blaze

As the story goes
The ant had already sailed in the Ocean
On a poplar leaf.

APPOINTMENT WITH THE DERMATOLOGIST (Sunday, July 21, 2013)

Sir
You may consider it’s not a problem at all
But bothering me for a while
To be exact
Since the block of ice cracked and
I set out free-floating on the hours
Devoid of heavy emotions for sure
Stress at the minimum
So was passion

I don’t understand how it occurred
But there I am and
You can see it yourself
I’m helpless, sir
I tried every remedy I heard or read
From home-made mixtures
Some foul-smelling that I could not stand
To the latest formulas in the market
Spending quite a fortune to buy them overseas
Darn!
Not a single one was of little avail

The doctor rubbed his chin
Palpated my head and hair
Examined my scalp with a loop
It took almost ten minutes or so
When his serious face enlightened all of a sudden
‘’Aha!’’ he exclaimed
‘’Just like what I thought at first
Not a big deal indeed
But you have the key to the cure’’

My heart was pounding
Mouth dry and hands sweating
A light in the darkest skies over the Ocean
A tiny sprout in the sub-Saharan desert
I swear I heard the flutter of the butterfly
On the rosebud down in the garden
He winked like a mischievous kid
‘’Your memories are too heavy for your thin hair
Once entangled they’re gummy as well
You should cut it very short for now and
Wash daily with the Soap of Here
Rinse thoroughly with the Water of Now
Wrap the Towel of your Child Eyes around to dry
And comb gently with this Comb of Dreams’’

He patted my shoulder friendly
As I was leaving the office
‘’You don’t need to worry’’
He said
‘’No side-effects reported
No interactions with medications
And please don’t forget
I’ll see you in three months’’.

REFLECTION (Saturday, July 20, 2013)

Deep in the Lake at the mountain top
A multi-faceted crystal ball
The greenish water sparkles
Like a priceless emerald necklace

The Queen is asleep
Her delicate white hand
Resting under her head
Her dreams
Imprisoned.

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