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[Photo Credit: Self; on the road from Skopje to Strumica, Macedonia ~ Summer of 2018]

still in disbelief
these eyes have seen such wonders
silence spoke loudly

© hülya n. yılmaz, 10.13.2018

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“Where Are You Now?”

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[Nâzım Hikmet ~ Free Online Image]

i miss the untainted i inside you
you caressed my birth
into your bosom
i laid down my many beloveds
my mother’s unforgettable touch
my father’s sacrificial feel
my uncles’ pain-soothing embraces
my granddaddy’s gentlest laughter
my Yasemin’s exceptional beauty
are for me no more
you have taken them all
for my brother
whom i utterly adore
i live no more

you have changed from the core

so many famed traversed through your terrains
they left their bountiful legacy with you
i now understand as to why
Nâzım Hikmet would cry
in his prison cell for too long of a while
even your enviable age-old landscape
of his countless sleepless nights’ saving grace
is recognizable no more

you have changed from the core

today
i feel
as if
i grew up
in a fairy tale

“Once upon a time”
you were to me
a mesmerizing spell
everything in between
had also its magical charm
“And they lived happily ever after”
however
oh my sweet Turkey
has been nothing but a pathetic lie

in your case . . .

i cannot help but still be
after a desperate chase
to honor my memories of you
al
though

you have changed from the core

© hülya n. yılmaz, 10.13.2018

 

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. . .

USED BEFORE BUT.Babamin kucaginda ben.Yas 3.Babama gore 2.

[In memory of my father, Dr. Salih Yılmaz, who loved me loudly but held my hands quietly ~ 1926-2016]

at the crack of dawn
like you have been many times
deep slumber no more

© hülya n. yılmaz, 10.13.2018

 

 

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“a secret life story”

a secret life story

seriously?

it’s impossible for our live-records to stay unknown
even long after our skeletons’ offspring has outgrown
their offspring’s sketches donning the ruins of the land
there will always be a soul to give our grim tale a hand

has it not been so throughout the timeline of humanity
when will we begin to see this nightmare in full clarity
what more does it take to note the accomplished wrongs
why vow to look faraway while they parade in throngs

seriously?

what kind of a delete-button did in your testimonies
you surely had some rational and trustworthy cronies
it cannot be that so little of you has been left behind
or was prenatally the multitude of your bands twined

you were after all the inhabitants of Southwest-U.S.A.
also of Mexico in its North and synchronized i daresay
what you achieved between 10,000 and 40,000 years
some of us would submit to just to forsake our sad tears

© hülya n. yılmaz, May 14, 2018

[Published by Inner Child Press International in the June issue of the fifth volume of The Year of the Poet]

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. . .

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[Photo Credit: Erol Erguen; Location: Celle, Germany]
In memory of Dr. Mahmut O. Erguen (1932-2015), my oldest maternal uncle who loved me unconditionally

the boat on the Nile
had a passerby aside
if only you came

© hülya n. yılmaz, 10.13.2018

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“nomads”

so, very little is known about your lives
is the professional claim in our times
the so-called “modern-day” jest
won’t be as stingy about us i suspect
we surely must self-glorify in retrospect

i don’t doubt what’s said about you today
when i look at our conditions in dismay
the continent you were “among the first”
to inhabitate is yelped to be the only greatest
just when i darn the nth rave then comes the latest

your surviving ancestors may 9,000 years later
discover or make for this laughing stock a grater
for it direly needs the ultimate fine-tuning of all times
our predicament should after all not stay as a secret
maybe they can distill this pickle oh so terribly acrid

you were a wandering and gathering lot i heard
we on the other hand are an incessantly scattering herd
you clothed yourselves with the skin of your hunt
and eaten plants to stay alive while we go the other way
we are the meals and nature are soon to meet its d-day

© hülya n. yılmaz, May 14, 2018

[Published by Inner Child Press International in the June issue of the fifth volume of The Year of the Poet]

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. . .

Our place of accommodations

[Photo Credit: Self; Venice, Italy ~ Summer of 2006]

would you like my child
for us to go back in time
and sail through trials

© hülya n. yılmaz, 10.13.2018

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