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
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To reminisce and reflect, to hear, touch, smell and see, to taste and to sense, to inhale the new dawn of innocence and to exhale the worst ills – such a beautiful thought about the complete remaking of a person.
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Thank you for your comment. Through this poem, I was also holding on to that inner child of mine.
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Your constant appropriate touch persists and ne’er falters, dear Hülya, all the while and sadly so man’s obsession with the punishing dark yet prevails…
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It is as if you have read my heart and my mind, dear Jean-Jacques. “[A]ll the while and sadly [. . .]” Thank you for always reading me how I feel, think and write.
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isn’t the birth of a child truly a rejuvenating miracle. Thank you for the reminder as i reminisce.
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It most certainly is to me as well! I too am ‘reminiscing’.
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