the stripper

(…shame shame shame on me…did I get your attention? hoping that you will forgive me my sense of humor but also that the poem won’t disappoint, I wish you all a wonderful Sunday and an equally wonderful new week!)


donning layers of coats inside what we call a lifetime

disguising as an imagery we shape and re-shape as our own

centuries have served countless troops of venturing attempters

veiling the vast hopelessness of hope

uncovering our word yielding to its due worth

lending the lyrical shade its sheer transparency

asking the rhythm the flow the diction to a waltz around the form

while taking off one wrap after another…

© hülya n. yılmaz, April 2015

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This poem is one of my three contributions for the May 2015 issue of The Year of the Poet, a monthly book series published by Inner Child Press, Ltd.

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