in contagious passion of all our unlived
we kept writing each other again and again
from you i had learned the love for a man
this time anew you tried as hard as back then
but my pain lasted beyond your reach to soothe
i digged out that poem’s title
its remaining verses came along
Can Dündar had lined up your fear for me
i must have worried you beyond my capacity
for musalla taşı* was a most somber thought for my after
© hülya n. yılmaz, February 16, 2015
* A stone platform on which the dead body is placed with its closed coffin to receive a final goodbye along with a specific prayer– a core element for Muslim burial ceremonies. The body is then carried in its coffin to the burial site to be lowered and covered with fresh soil inside a plain white cloth – without the coffin.
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The poem above is one of my three contributions to the March 2015 issue of The Year of the Poet, a monthly book series published by Inner Child Press, Ltd.
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