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Poem 4 for the Helping Tornado Victims in Oklahoma project by INDIES IN ACTION

to taste life


Drawn to unknowns,

grim prospects,


loss of hopes,


Black and white.


Grief leaves.

Grey appears

amid a mottled bouquet

donned in scents galore

in the arms of human laughter.

Joy overcomes sorrow.


© hülya yılmaz, May 31, 2013


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elation – to be published by Indies In Action in the Twist of Fate Anthology

bursting balloons wrapped in rainbow

carry the darkness up and away

splashes of refreshed, vivid colors

force the thunder clouds astray


arms wide extended, prancing to and from

myriads of rejoined, bracing town squares

shadows packed, locked, sent missing

more destruction, the storm no longer dares


frolicking wills move in instead

afar, nearby, nearing, or there

honed by the warmest, keenest of hearts

to soar over you, with utmost care.

Your new lives will not be bare.


© hülya yılmaz, June 1, 2013

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you are not alone – to be published by Indies In Action in the Twist of Fate Anthology

the skies may now appear as night

not much is left erect in sight

sorrow and destruction abound

whenever you look around


while despair may rise its ugly head

many cycles of sunshines still await

as in the hearts of those who here pen

these lines of care and encouragement


you don’t know us, and we, not you

through our minds, though, we unite

with these words, we do embrace

all together what you have to face

you will, thus, begin a promising phase

inside a new home, as you will soon call your place.


© hülya yılmaz, May 28, 2013


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how else could we know of your sorrow? – Poem 1 for the Helping Tornado Victims in Oklahoma project of INDIES IN ACTION

we mourn those who are killed

whether by nature or human hands

form groups for support

join in the pain in any way we can

honor, reminisce, collaborate

beyond a swift case of heartache



we forget

in the face of the ease

amid traffic on cyberspace

who gave us the chance to compensate

for the immense loss of those violently killed


the reporting souls who often tend to get

the thunder, the fire, the flood, the twister effect

from us;

we frequently resend

their tongue, their style, what they account –

they are the ones whom we neglect


now that there was a deadly whirling wind

by which twenty-four human beings were killed

none will remain a mere number –

mourners, there are a plenty

including young school children

one of whom was amazed to see

the celebration of the dead and the living;

like the three hundred and seventy-five people injured –

in welcoming hope, their lives we get to embrace


schools, destroyed;

12,000 homes, damaged or vanished;

some owners, already named –

numerous volunteers, fast ready to help


we, too, are thus, enabled to step in

locals, non-locals, other continents’ residents –

in body, in spirit or by spreading the word out loud

by writing, speaking, or simply wishing

strength in heart to those young and old,

who mourn loved ones for their lives’ ceasing


for, we have learned of your sorrow

thanks to the efforts in reporting

by those who live any- and everywhere

but also there

where you again will call home

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