How Cold Is That Water?
Göttingen, oh Göttingen, how many childhood memories are you holding for me?
I believe this incident had occurred after my brother’s walnut-in-the-nostril experiment in Kindergarten.
Germany was going through an icy cold winter season that year. My brother’s Kindergarten was on Christmas break. Dad had taken us to the visitors’ center of the building where he was conducting his research. For my brother and me, the food showcase in the cafeteria downstairs was too enticing to ignore. After spending some time eating, drinking and listening to native speakers chat away, my parents took us for a short walk through the adjacent small park. A man-made pond apparently called my brother’s name. Before any of us could understand what was happening, he jumped in. The top of the pond was frozen, but his snow boots broke some of the ice. He was wet up to his knees. Then, he lost his balance, and went halfway in. When my Dad pulled him out of the water, he looked embarrassed at first but then managed to grin.
Our leisure stroll was over. Off we rushed home.
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From Once upon a Time in Turkey . . ., my upcoming book of autobiographical short stories
Filed under Reflections
exhaling ills at their worst . . .
with your arrival, dear newborn innocence,
inkpots uncovered the fading verse;
quills dipped into their dazzling universe,
and brought to life phenomenal instants
that had been sought out eternally
you helped reminisce and reflect,
showed once again how to hear, touch, smell and see;
but also to taste and to sense,
then, to forever inhale the newly dawned breath
exhaling ills at their worst . . .
© hülya n. yılmaz
Filed under Poetry, Reflections
problem-free
a new day is dawning tenderly
on rainbow-hued and ocean-scented sheets
the laughter of countless infants
appears on mouthwatering breakfast trays
our screen-free window is always wide open
it invites in the freshly-breeding families of house wrens
their united eyes watch their yet-to-be-hatched eggs
tap dance on cue – uninhibited and carefree
the matured ones chant the elating news the wind brings
amid a gentlest breeze – putting all worries at ease
the resulting love-songs taste like chilled lemonade
on a day of a hottest summer’s blaze
the world has just been declared a problem-free zone
This poem with which I had contributed to the 2020 international anthology, The Heart of a Poet, Words for a Better Tomorrow was published on July 7, 2020 by Inner Child Press International.
Filed under Poetry, Reflections
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