[Photo Credit: Self (No! I was not drunk . . .); Location: On the road to Peja, Kosovo ~ Summer, 2018]
the mountains’ beauty
an intoxicating bliss
some of us are not
© hülya n. yılmaz, 10.13.2018
Tag Archives: Haiku
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[Photo Credit: Self; Location: Skopje, Macedonia ~ Summer, 2018]
feelings of much guilt
too many suffer horrors
yet nature numbs me
© hülya n. yılmaz, 10.13.2018
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Dear readers who might be my Facebook and / or Instagram followers: This post will be a duplicate for you as I have recently posted it on my Timeline.
“Good Morning, Princess!”
the cook with a broad sweet smile
laughter served each day
(c) hülya n. yılmaz, 10.6.2018
[Photo Credit: Self; Location: Giza, Cairo]
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HAIKU in German
sinnlos die tränen
wenn eiskalt viele seelen
die menschheit schläft tief
(c) hülya n. yılmaz, 1.17.2018
Free Translation (self):
senseless the tears
if ice-cold the many souls
humanity is in a deep sleep
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annual death of
3.1 million children overlooked
overeating self
© hülya n. yılmaz, 4.2.2017
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prenatally flawed
compassion-less mothers milk
nothing to unlearn
© hülya n. yılmaz, 12.1.2016
A Haiku in Memory of Aylan Kurdi (2012/2013-2015)
curses to that sea
idyllic but merciless
why not lullabies instead
© hülya n. yılmaz, 10.27.2016
The title of my post today cites the name of only one child fed to the insatiable greed for power donned day after day by too large a number of supposed leaders of nations. The tragedy is that no list template is available to commemorate all the little darling delegates of innocence with their pre-death mark on earth; nor will such reminder be ever invented.
“Aylan Kurdi’s story: How a small Syrian child came to be washed up on a beach in Turkey”
[Image Credit: Free Online]
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NaPoWriMo Challenge: Day 28
Bolla Chardonnay
leftover meal with old friends
laughter for dessert
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