The silence of the new day called my name.
To hear it is a fierce struggle.
Indoors and outdoors,
the so-called modern world
is up already.
Shame is on me.
What a shame!
Hearing the noise of my mind anew,
while nature spreads its grace before me
on a table of gently rustling tree branches,
scurrying little critters – no birds in sight yet.
I miss them so!
I wanted to listen to my breath.
I craved to hear my heartbeat,
like that of a newborn
to cleanse my soul from all the ills
humanity has crafted for itself for too long.
Oh, I do long,
long for the calm, the quiet
so much so that I feel much unease
at the sound of my thoughts, my worries.
A new dawn will break tomorrow,
and I shall free the self from sorrow,
for a brand new day will shine upon our earth
when we all pitch in for the globe’s renewed birth.
I will then listen to my breath.
I will then hear my heartbeat,
like that of a newborn
to cleanse my soul from all the now-ancient ills
humanity has crafted for itself for too long.
(c) hülya n. yılmaz, September 8, 2019
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How beautiful, how wonderful, you’re sharing this, your gentle awakening of the the beautiful early morning minimized earthly creatures, by man’s acquired and habitual indifference. That you should compose such beauty must surely register if man is to effort an attempt at being thought human, as in being sensitive to all of mankind’s living creatures more so than presently demonstrated. Thus so if the wonders of the world you describe in this lovely poetic message is to take root before time and fate abandons in dismay.
Thank you Hülya for this beautiful poetic reminder that must not be taken for granted.
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I respectfully bow before your words that not only lift my spirit up through and through, but also carries my poem up on to a pedestal where your generous mind and heart have transported it to.
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