to taste life
Drawn to unknowns,
grim prospects,
doubts,
loss of hopes,
ills.
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
Filed under Poetry, Reflections
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
Filed under Poetry, Reflections
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
Filed under Poetry, Reflections
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
yet,
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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