less windy today
baby waves attempt their own mighty roar
give the onlookers an eyeful of a tireless show
then gallop in fanciful grown-up pride and hit the shore
©hülya n. yılmaz, 3.9.2017
Inside my car; front line; at the harbor on East Lake Road in Westfield, NY
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once in your absentia long time ago
i was let in on your sigh-rich utterance mom
from decades past
of your post-delivery moments
how your whispery voice
hovered over my first breaths
oh my unfortunate girl…
why
i will never learn
© hülya n. yılmaz, 3.14.2017
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. . . still going through labor pains . . . how about you?
“You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star.” ~ Nietzsche
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the disability of my persona
is rooted
in the emotional makeup of my anima
© hülya n. yılmaz (1.20.2017)
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We all have two lives. The second one begins when you realize you only have one.
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“Someone I loved gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.” ~ Mary Oliver
The Butterfly Queen by Sarah Moore
& A feminine approach to healing
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i fail to feel like a woman
as her again i let only you make out of me
the luster of my womanhood is long gone
pity! you were to me the forbidden one
© hülya n. yılmaz, 2.5.2017
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Do you have doubts about life? Are you unsure if it is really worth the trouble? Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person’s face as you pass them on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing. Stand up and face the east. Now praise the sky and praise the light within each person under the sky. It’s okay to be unsure. But praise, praise, praise. ~ Miranda July (b. 1974)
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Candayım, Mahmut Oğuz Ergün, Dr. Med. (5.7.1931-3.28.2015)
what telling stories did you embroider
in the tapestry of our family tree
your Life-support system was unplugged too hastily…
© hülya n. yılmaz, 3.30.2015
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With a new semester just having begun, I heard my own voice once again last week repeating sections of my course syllabi regarding the importance of regular and timely attendance and active and qualitative participation in a foreign language class. And, just like numerous times before (more frequently so in the last several years) my mental energy took off; namely, in the direction of this concept’s significance outside the classroom (back in my office – not in front of my students):
Could I even remember anymore what participating actively and qualitatively in occurrences outside my areas of responsibility meant?
How often, to what extent and in what quality was I actually participating in life? In my own, that is.
(Perhaps, to be continued.)
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