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“Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.”
~
Anais Nin

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… just because

sigarayı, dumanını değil
kendisini bütünüyle yutarcasına
çekiyorum içime
öyle yaparsam
yeniden var olacakmışsınız gibi
hayır! hayır!
öyle flu uzaklardan ya da rüyada değil
beni aranıza sarmalamışsınız gibi
hissedeyim diye kendimi
kucaklarınız içinde yumulmuşçasına

yani
yine
bencilce

meğerse ben
nasıl bir ileri yavaşlıkta
öğrenciymişim!
ne oldu sanki
onca takdir belgesi aldım da?
bana öğretilmeye sunulanların yerine

asıl değeri olanları kulak arkası etmenin
hiç mi bir cezası yoktur sizce?
bana bunun cevabını verin, ne olursunuz
Allah Aşkına!

© hülya n. yılmaz, 8.25.2017

 

 

 

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“The real question is not whether life exists after death. The real question is whether you are alive before death.” ~ Osho

 

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instead of . . .

i surprised him
the second he spotted me
behind his mommy
his little darling body
became a dance all by itself
his always smiling face
made room for even more
giggles many giggles
‘come on, grandma!’s
hand in hand
eyes locked on mine
my little enormous sunshine

‘you come to anne car’
ending in 1/3 of a question mark
with my yes already in his shiny heart

leaving his pre-school

amid the two grown women’s chatter
as untainted as out-of-this-world
as a human voice can ever be
“I love you, grandma!”

. . .

i love him so
his little sister too
that each such moment takes my breath away
but then together we all get to breathe again
laugh cry eat drink celebrate sleep be loved again

and on the many other ends of our truly splendid world
because of the few but contagious sick and sickening minds
under their equally plagued but money-pouring hands
children die
die
die
die
die again
again
again
again
die again

© hülya n. yılmaz (4.6.2017)

With a lump in my throat for the millions of children killed “[i]n the past ten years, as a result of armed conflict,” for the millions who “have been disabled, […] are homeless, and […] have become separated from their caregivers.” From: The Invisible Trauma of War-Affected Children (My quotes’ source, a post by Robert T. Muller, Ph.D. dates back to April 27, 2013. Close to four years later, the numbers of the so-called “casualties of war” do not need a scientific reference, do they?)

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11079659_10153219946689711_2308223597785260993_nCandayım, 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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Before love, even death bows down

do you

fear death

i still do

that of my loved ones that is

 

when the heartbreak is too much to surpass

my memory box takes me by surprise

 

and i realize . . .

how even death bows down before love

 

© hülya n. yılmaz, 2.12.2016

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This poem appeared as one of my three poetry contributions for the March 2016 issue of The Year of the Poet III, a monthly international anthology published by Inner Child Press, Ltd. and consists of poems by eighteen writers, with between two and three featured new poets each month.

 

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…a mid-week musing…

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Date: Summer 2005

Location: Ada, Sinop – Turkey

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