Break over . . . Ara bitti . . . Die Pause ist nicht mehr . . .

. . . I am back although I couldn’t make it on time to my 7:00AM slot . . .

nature--sad-tree-munir-alawi[1]

[Recycled image]

. . . have always been intrigued
by the well-known last words
or better yet
for whichever reason
many avoid calling them for what they are
regrets

no exceptions
too soon or not
each of us must hand over to death
dear ones who have given us
an all-encompassing love
whom we loved beyond that
which charades as life

or

have we really?

how many counts
on our attendance record
when ready and willing
we stood by their turns of hardship

i love you because you are you
you are my grandchild
you are my child you are my child
my fragile-psyched in bubbles raised niece
my pearl-hearted sister’s precious heir
my mother’s alike my sister’s alike my daughter’s alike
my older sister though not in blood
my sweet forgiving long-time friend
my gentle-souled beloved short-time friend
my accidental acquaintance-friend
my mother-in-law
my mother my babies’ grandmother
with all your flaws
with all your fears
with all your insecurities
with your self-defined selfish self
come inside my everlasting embrace
it is opened again and again for you
i love you
i just do

and then
they are gone
some
to eternity
others
deep into our erroneous past

life of their molding for our sakes
earth we thought entailed a world
the ground shaping our treks
having fooled us before
with its disguise of solidity
is no more

so we get swept away

from what seemed to be an indestructible fort
into the raging squalls of a river
that rushes to join with its sea
with no mercy

and are engulfed by constant undertows

we manage to stay afloat
long enough
to ask for their forgiveness

in the final moment
we remember
time never waits for any of us
to say i’m sorry to each soul we hurt
we remember
that there is no grace period for the span
between our first and last breath

© hülya n. yılmaz, 10.5.2016

Leave a comment

Filed under Reflections

Taking a Break . . . Bir Ara . . . Eine Pause

black-white-swing-set-11079221

2 Comments

October 2, 2016 · 7:00 am

. . .

for-9-28-2016

Photo Credit: Gizem Satıcı, my daughter (Sinop, Turkey 2007)

4 Comments

Filed under Impulses

“Sabır” ~ Patience

Nazıms sufferance

Patience
is such a rope
that you would think it will break;
however, it will get stronger and stronger.
You would think it will end;
but it will grow and grow…

Image and Text Source: Nazım Hikmet’ten Yaşama Dair Sözler
Own translation from the original Turkish (September 20, 2015)

This wordpress post was first published on the 25th of November in 20015. The Turkish to English translation underwent some changes.

Leave a comment

Filed under Reflections

. . .

 

Dalgalar.Yakın Çekim

 

“Be careful how you interpret the world: It is like that.” ~ Erich Heller (1911-1990), British Essayist

 

Photo Credit: Gizem Satıcı, my daughter (Sinop, Turkey 2007)

Leave a comment

Filed under Impulses

“Bence Artık Sen De Herkes Gibisin”

Whenever I write a poem in my native language, I leave it in its original voice for the majority of the time. If, however, I decide to post it to any of the social media platforms in which I participate, then I translate it to English in order not to alienate any reader who might have taken interest in my writings before. Today’s post is one of the few exceptions I have allowed myself recently. I knew right away while I was putting it on paper that this one just had to remain untouched by any language-bridging effort on my part. It was pouring itself into me in the language through which I had first begun to conceive the world. Turkish. My mother tongue. And no other was going to do.

. . . after a prolonged period of grieving over a loss to life, a wo/man begins to unkill the scarringly degraded self at last. For s/he realizes s/he has taken one misstep at a crossroads many moons ago toward self-annihilation in the face of the choices of the other . . . by placing too high a value on that same other . . . whom s/he now finds no different than any other . . . and wails one last time: No more.

hak ettiğinden çok daha fazla değer vermişim sana
benzeri bir ihtimamı bile benden esirgemen karşısında
canımın bunca zaman bu kadar derinden kanaması ondan

itiraf etmiştim ya bize sonuncu bitişte de
candan can alıcı dersleri 
ben pek bir yavaş öğrenirim diye
hele ki böylesine büyülenmişçesine kendinden vere vere sevince

henüz yeni karar verebildim…

anlamaya

zerre kadar benzemezmiş hayat meğerse
senin zaten onun da galibi olduğun akademiye

kendimden geçercesine inanmamak istedim
kimsenin bilmediği acılar çekti o aptal yüreğim
ama öğrendim işte sonunda
öylesine iyi öğrendim ki
Nazım’ın kaleminden şunu diyebiliyorum:
* “Bence Artık Sen De Herkes Gibisin”

© hülya n. yılmaz, 9.8.2016

* The phrase that begins and ends my post today is the title of a widely known poem by Nazım Hikmet Ran. The world-renowned Turkish exilic writer repeats the same utterance throughout this poetic art work: “You are now just like everybody else in my eyes”. Nazım’s context for the phrase: Romantic love. Mine: The same.

Leave a comment

Filed under Reflections

. . .

for-9-14-2016

3 Comments

September 14, 2016 · 7:00 am

Katledilen her canlının . . .

. . . kendisinden hunharca çalınan parlak anlarının acısına saygıyla

Gece karanlığında akıp giden yıldızlar gibi mutlu anlarımız:
Bir parlak, bir karanlık
Bir parlak, bir karanlık…

Alıntı Kaynağı: “Öyle Bir Geçer Zaman ki”

for-9-11-2016

It is not solely about 9/11…

Leave a comment

Filed under Reflections

. . .

for-9-7-2016

2 Comments

September 7, 2016 · 7:00 am

Period.

givers and takers
the mismatched weight-bearers
on this capsized fulcrum of a seesaw
called life

takers survive each fall
intact

the thin-skinned
collect their pieces
to save face

again

and again

knowing
they will never get this game
for its lopsided lever
has been cast over them
at the onset of time
by those
who entitled
their selves
the immortal seats

the winners…
do take it all

Period.

© hülya n. yılmaz, 9.2.2016

Songtext von ABBA – The Winner Takes It All

6 Comments

Filed under Reflections