The last writing I have shared with you goes back about two months. I am still writing – poems mostly, along with a few analytical texts on the side. I have, however, been keeping the majority of those write-ups to myself. The reason as to why I stayed away from my website lies in the fact that I am ready to embark on an unexplored path here. I would, therefore, appreciate it greatly if you could suggest subject matters, topics, points of concern and/or ideas for reflections, . . . a focus that will allow me to explore in my writings henceforth. I thank you for lending me an ear.
Tag Archives: contemplation
these hands . . ., a poem
these hands
held a handset
for many a traumatic call
these hands
pounded the head
in despair plenty of times
these hands
struggled and still struggle
under the relentless ire of RA
inside a fragile frame,
along with their inseparable companions
these hands
penned elegies
when the soul pained beyond faint sounds
these hands
wiped away tears
that streamed down
onto anything on their path
these hands
caressed a dying mother in her last hours
on her only accessible body part,
her forehead
but
these hands also
touched the rarest of life’s gems
they embraced the magical arrival
of the priceless light of a daughter,
beautiful inside and out,
of her two little precious beauties as well
and
these hands also
touched those of dearest close friends
through countless splendid memories
but during trying times, in particular,
the falling and fallen self being lifted
to its intact version anew
friends far away did not see these hands,
but their caring spirits
warmed up the soul at the core
whenever it was feeling down and cold
friends, never encountered in person –
‘social media acquaintances’ to some,
also knew to lend an ear to the trials and
tribulations of the vessel of these hands
regardless of their confines,
these worn hands tremble now
with the gratitude of their traveler
on her journey from and to life’s offerings
whatever there is to come,
these hands will greet it,
along with their inseparable companions
hülya n. yılmaz, April 23, 2022
Filed under Poetry, Reflections
“Convincing the Self” ~ A Poem
at a crossroads
of a significant loss
of worldly nature, that is
emotions run high still
sixteen years of memories
embedded in these tired old walls
no amount of fresh paint
can wipe off those delights
each of them will accompany me
wherever i now go, wherever i shall remain
for the rest of my days
i am reminded of a poet’s words
an equally convoluted mind . . .
“With death being a reality,
nothing should be taken seriously.”
i, however, am taking my predicament
with scrutiny, under utmost seriousness
for i have acted impulsively, carelessly
many a year ago
having arrived at a point beyond sadness,
i neared my resolve quite fast though
i, thus, am uttering an eager greeting
to all my erroneous ways toward a peaceful “hello”
for i presently see in myself a grateful soul
with indispensable learning curves
no fault
no guilt
no self-blame
just accepting the self
exactly as it became to be
hülya n. yılmaz, January 25, 2022
Filed under Poetry, Reflections
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