Category Archives: Reflections

Thank you, “Pastiche” Editorial Board: Anne Cornell, Rita Lumpkins, Barbara Natalie, Sarah Russell!

My two poems, “Loneliness” and “dis-ease” appear now in: Pastiche Magazine Spring 2013: Issue 6

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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 16

are we exhausting

our existential limit

to cast more victims?

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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 15

On this fifteenth day of the NaPoWriMo challenge, I am embracing (as I have done some other times) the “([…] totally optional) prompt! [… Namely,] to write a pantun Not a pantoum — though they are related. The pantun is a traditional Malay form, a style of which was later adapted into French and then English as the pantoum. A pantun consists of rhymed quatrains (abab), with 8-12 syllables per line. The first two lines of each quatrain aren’t meant to have a formal, logical link to the second two lines, although the two halves of each quatrain are supposed to have an imaginative or imagistic connection. […] The associative leap from the first couplet to the second allows for a great deal of surprise and also helps give the poems are very mysterious and lyrical quality.”

Tanam selasih di tengah padang,
Sudah bertangkai diurung semut,
Kita kasih orang tak sayang,
Halai-balai tempurung hanyut.

[The original example above has also been provided by NaPoWriMo]

I have liked the challenge this time so much that I tried to compose Pantun poems in the three languages I am familiar with.  All three poems below are my original work: Not translations between the different languages but each holding its own content within the prescribed lyrical form.

A Pantun in Turkish (Love for a town)

ülkemin en alçakgönüllü köşesi

almış çoktan aklımı başımdan

denizinin coşkun gelesi gidesi

kucaklıyor anılarımı karşıdan

A Pantun in English

often advice is given on self-respect

what, though, are the selves’ conditions?

how can it be feasible to expect

that there exist “one fits all” admonitions?

A Pantun in German (Love for a person)

sie dachte, sie entstand aus liebe allein

alles aufzuopfern, dazu war sie bereit

er war vornehm, gebildet und sehr fein

jedoch ging es nicht weiter zu zweit

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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 14

*we ate our girl’s head

no cannibalistic act

parental failure

 

*Biz bu kızın başını yedik!” (Turkish) A loving tribute to a living child whose life quality may have been compromised on account of parental mistakes.

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“Father”

It is not even the month before the one of Fathers’ Day.  Yet, my reflections today are about fatherhood. That state of being for a man enters my mind in severity at least every time my daughter sees her father.  Today is the day after one of those occasions.  Two statements on the subject had actually attracted my attention long time ago.  One, from an anonymous source: “Any man can be a father. It takes someone special to be a dad.”  The other, a Shakespearean quote: “It is a wise father that knows his own child.”

Of course, the same is true for mothers but my thoughts today dwell only on the “father” and in lyrical form, at that.

 

before the divorce already

the siblings’ sole concern

the brother’s lack of a wife

someone gets found

another stashed away

by a friend

just in case…

 

where was the “father”?

after the daughter left for abroad

once her marriage news was in

her husband’s information came about

upon their settlement back in town?

 

she, no longer afar

with years adding to years

precious time passing all by

 

still, in full rejection of him

thus, of the daughter as well

 

how does she survive

 

what does she need

 

is she happy

 

does he treat her well

 

the siblings question in surprise

what bad did your father ever do?

 

I ask:

what is he now willing and able to do

to deserve a daughter like you

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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 9

NaPoWriMo – About announces: “And now our (totally optional) prompt. […] Today I challenge you write a poem inspired by noir — it could be in the voice of a detective, or unravel a mystery, or just describe the long shadows of the skyscrapers in the ever-swirling smog. […]”

 

she was a beauty

 

eyes

green, almond-shaped

lashes

thick, long

brows

distinctive

dark, mid-length hair

against her complexion, very fair

slender, with thin waist,

legs, long and shapely

a fine boned petite

proportionate through and through

 

articulate

intelligent

confident

direct

 

a mother of two

 

caution! some advised:

this, a tiny town

word gets around

women must heed their home

not strut a presence out loud

not dare talk as good as men

not ever know or think to think more

 

she may have been a beauty, too

maybe even a mother of two

 

her youth was noted with ease

her still warm frame screamed so

 

whatever was left of her face

 

the body, marred

at the outer wall of their kitchen

amid a heap of garbage

 

a random incident! they said

 

the new teacher, the one out of town

who had been one to live on her own

 

she then knew

the color of warning:

this, a tiny town

women must heed their home

not strut a presence out loud

not dare talk as good as men

not ever know or think to think more

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A Conversation with Diogenes of Sinope, Or, A Humorous Strike at the “Modern” Self

 

Diogenes (the philosopher and the true Sinopian): “He has the most who is most content with the least.”

I (a Sinopian by soul): Oh, you Honorable Diogenes of Sinope – however poorly esteemed you may have been during your lifetime, I am a true admirer.  Forgive me for my ignorance: Had you intended your pronouncement to be a gender-sensitive one?

Diogenes: ?

I: In other words, gender-neutral?

Diogenes: ?

I: (What on earth am I talking about? Back to his century! Fast!)

You can’t see that far but I am a woman.  One of those creatures whom Alexander the Great had offered you, among other necessities of your desire.  (Oh no, it is so very demeaning for me to talk like this…) You, however, only wanted him to step out of your sunlight.

Diogenes: I know women. Never needed one by my side but I know.  Go on!

I: I am honored to come from a long line of Sinopians but the only Sinopian I have known to have almost coveted to lead a life as you have, was a man as well.

Diogenes: As accepting and as understanding the inhabitants of Sinope may be today, a life on the streets, solely living on bare necessities and staying in constant public eye is not for you.

I: So I see.

Diogenes: Something lies heavy in your heart, I sense.  What is it?

I: My mind gets filled with advice on how to live.  I respect the past of thinkers like you with highest regard and try to heed the teachings.

Diogenes: As long as you leave out any words of abstract nonsense from Plato and Aristotle!

I: No, oh no.  I was going to mention Democritus and what he is known to have said.

“Happiness resides not in possessions and not in gold; the feeling of happiness dwells in the soul.”

Diogenes: Good, that’s good.  Whom else have you been listening to?

I: His Holiness, the 14th Dalai Lama of Tibet

Diogenes: ?

I: He exists in my century and a very well known statement of my time comes from him.

“The very purpose of our life is Happiness.”

Diogenes: Hmm.

I: Is there something the matter, you Honorable Diogenes of Sinope?

Diogenes: I must and shall think about this.

I: Dalai Lama has spoken out countless words on “happiness” and those always bring me back to yours.  As His Holiness is living proof.

Diogenes: I see.  But still, what is “happiness” to us is utmost important because we all can have a different definition of it. Democritus’ words, for instance, use “possessions” and “gold”.  What possessions? What gold? For me, it was owning nothing, being in nature, living free and unplanned.  Like dogs. With dogs, whenever necessary.

I: Just like the “tarzan” of Sinop? Again, of my century. In fact, I had the rare opportunity to witness him  in person several times from nearby.

Diogenes: You say he is all the way from your century and from my birthplace?  Now, that I find interesting. Tell me about him.

I: First, here is a picture of Sinoplu “tarzan” (I hope he would have forgiven me, had he lived, for using the attribute he is said to have disliked so):image.

Diogenes: ?

I: Oh, picture.  We now have paintings of you, which are similar to pictures. To better imagine how you may have looked.

Diogenes: He looks good. Like me.

I: Yes, I would agree, you Honorable Diogenes of Sinope. And here is an article on his life and death,  Sinop’un Simgesi Tarzan Kemal.  He is said to have disliked the nickname “tarzan” the Sinopians had attributed to him.  He had no house, only possessions of survival value, fed the dogs of the town and beyond, respected nature.

Diogenes: (article? I better let this one slip. I still have to find food for tonight, and feed the dogs.  This woman is full of words I haven’t ever heard before. If I ask her this one too, this conversation will never end…) If he had, indeed, lived helping the dogs, respecting nature, refusing material possessions, then, you are right in seeing in him a piece of me. But what is that with him supposedly having fallen in love with his family’s maid, and out of that unfulfilled love, having acquired his now widely known lifestyle?

I: We, Turkish people, love melancholy more than anything else, is what I think.

Diogenes: Turkish?

I: Do forgive me, you Honorable Diogenes of Sinope!

Diogenes: Turkish?

I: A mere slip of the tongue…

Diogenes: All I said was,

I: (I can’t believe I am interrupting the Great Cynic Diogenes…) Yes, yes. “He has the most who is most content with the least.”

Diogenes: How, then, did we end up here with this conversation?

I: I called upon you.  Because of my prolonged concerns.  My time in my society is about having more and more material possessions, living in large homes, and sometimes, I can’t help but find myself at a loss with these expectations.

Diogenes: What did I say? He has the most who is most content with the least.

I: But then, there are some people who are content with basic necessities.  And when they do resort to a life “with the least”, they become a viral hit.

Diogenes: ???

I: (Oh my, I did it again…) I beg for your forgiveness, you Honorable Diogenes of Sinope.  They are then somewhat known, is what I meant to say.

Diogenes: Can you tell me something about them?

I:  Certainly. Here are the links of …

Diogenes: (links?)

I: some who have been downsizing

Diogenes: (downsizing?)

I: Honorable Diogenes, I am afraid we are losing the connection.

Diogenes: (connection?)

I: May we, please, continue this conversation on Skype?

Diogenes: ???

~ ~ ~

I: “He has the most who is most content with the least”?  I wonder what he meant by that…

(TO BE CONTINUED…WITHOUT THE GREAT DIOGENES, IMAGINED OR NOT)

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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 6

In Remembrance

 

This once they were saved, the babies.

The killer, dead.

Timely.

 

Unlike the one

who aspired to live

for several rounds too many.

 

Oh, you innocent souls,

sweet gifts of life,

treasures of the future;

the present, stolen from you,

a mere one digit past.

 

Catherine Hubbard

Noah Puzner

Ana Marquez-Greene

Madeline Hsu

Jesse Lewis

Emilie Parker

Jessica Rekos

Caroline Previdi

Grace McDonnell

Benjamin Wheeler

Avielle Richman

Daniel Barden

Jack Pinto

Olivia Engel

Chase Kowalski

Allison Wyatt

Dylan Hockley

Josephine Gay

James Mattioli

Charlotte Bacon

 

This stranger’s heart

refutes your final moments

welcomes those enchanting smiles, instead.

 

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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 5

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[Photo Source: Elephant fights off hyenas to save baby]

 

 

 

 

We kill for offense

They, to survive, for defense

And we call them wild?

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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 4

KIZIMDAN Mavi Kapi

[Photo: A find of my daughter, my one and only “child”, who always knows how to acknowledge my special interests (e.g. old doors and this color of blue), for whom the following poem is written]

 

 

 

 

 

Because of you

 

life is embellished

laughter, strong

tears do stall

 

I am a better person

happiness, my companion

 

the sun finds me

water runs

air is pure

 

You, my sun

my water,

my air

 

I loved you before you were born

loved you more and more after

and

forever will

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