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. . .

no petting zoo

it was a strange encounter
a first-timer in my backyard

“my” yard?

not in actuality

for they were here
long before i settled in

without an ounce of humility
and unprepared this time . . .

. . . no fancy camera at hand
nor the skilled clicks of my phone

thankfully
my eyes were opened wide
so i took the picture of the hawk
in its stately perching-pride
with my enchanted inside

its persistent presence
appeared close to mine
(quite close i’d say)
not in the slightest
was it intimated

and I cannot say
that i was in my brightest
utterly sleepy at best …

the few-feet-long divide
was still a major delight
unlike “my” other little animals
that come and leave
as they ever so please at times
it didn’t run or fly away

at a single wave of my hand
the hawk made a secure seat
out of a branch of a barren tree
right at the border of “my” land
amid many of others
that were dressed in dainty leaves

it then flew off …

close enough to the ground
seemingly showing off to me
what it was (and is) capable of …

i stayed on for a while
too long
for a cold mid-November-day
looking forward to its return
to its to-be-continued servings
of customized discoveries ahead

it did not come back …

it may have been so
for it probably did sense
how much i was taken aback
by its self-introduction of grace

besides

a living being like that
cannot be held in chains
it is after all
(and must thus remain)
as one of the freest avians …

so i turned to my good old
worn-out wind-chime
hanging downward on a hook
i wanted it to create a tune
the wind however
(contently in a deep nap)
simply refused to play along

i looked around
and saw that i had
(right at my fingertips at that)
a symphony of a collective sound …

“my” other wild birds

“my” leaps-happy squirrels

“my” big and small cotton-tails

“my” time-traveler chipmunks

had all gaily gathered
for an in-rehears-able
tap-dance routine
vying for my attention
about to show off once again
their daily acts of loyal affection

© hülya n. yılmaz, 11.14.2017

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the stripper

(…shame shame shame on me…did I get your attention? hoping that you will forgive me my sense of humor but also that the poem won’t disappoint, I wish you all a wonderful Sunday and an equally wonderful new week!)

poetic-pen

donning layers of coats inside what we call a lifetime

disguising as an imagery we shape and re-shape as our own

centuries have served countless troops of venturing attempters

veiling the vast hopelessness of hope

uncovering our word yielding to its due worth

lending the lyrical shade its sheer transparency

asking the rhythm the flow the diction to a waltz around the form

while taking off one wrap after another…

© hülya n. yılmaz, April 2015

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This poem is one of my three contributions for the May 2015 issue of The Year of the Poet, a monthly book series published by Inner Child Press, Ltd.

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A Conversation with Diogenes of Sinope, Or, A Humorous Strike at the “Modern” Self

 

Diogenes (the philosopher and the true Sinopian): “He has the most who is most content with the least.”

I (a Sinopian by soul): Oh, you Honorable Diogenes of Sinope – however poorly esteemed you may have been during your lifetime, I am a true admirer.  Forgive me for my ignorance: Had you intended your pronouncement to be a gender-sensitive one?

Diogenes: ?

I: In other words, gender-neutral?

Diogenes: ?

I: (What on earth am I talking about? Back to his century! Fast!)

You can’t see that far but I am a woman.  One of those creatures whom Alexander the Great had offered you, among other necessities of your desire.  (Oh no, it is so very demeaning for me to talk like this…) You, however, only wanted him to step out of your sunlight.

Diogenes: I know women. Never needed one by my side but I know.  Go on!

I: I am honored to come from a long line of Sinopians but the only Sinopian I have known to have almost coveted to lead a life as you have, was a man as well.

Diogenes: As accepting and as understanding the inhabitants of Sinope may be today, a life on the streets, solely living on bare necessities and staying in constant public eye is not for you.

I: So I see.

Diogenes: Something lies heavy in your heart, I sense.  What is it?

I: My mind gets filled with advice on how to live.  I respect the past of thinkers like you with highest regard and try to heed the teachings.

Diogenes: As long as you leave out any words of abstract nonsense from Plato and Aristotle!

I: No, oh no.  I was going to mention Democritus and what he is known to have said.

“Happiness resides not in possessions and not in gold; the feeling of happiness dwells in the soul.”

Diogenes: Good, that’s good.  Whom else have you been listening to?

I: His Holiness, the 14th Dalai Lama of Tibet

Diogenes: ?

I: He exists in my century and a very well known statement of my time comes from him.

“The very purpose of our life is Happiness.”

Diogenes: Hmm.

I: Is there something the matter, you Honorable Diogenes of Sinope?

Diogenes: I must and shall think about this.

I: Dalai Lama has spoken out countless words on “happiness” and those always bring me back to yours.  As His Holiness is living proof.

Diogenes: I see.  But still, what is “happiness” to us is utmost important because we all can have a different definition of it. Democritus’ words, for instance, use “possessions” and “gold”.  What possessions? What gold? For me, it was owning nothing, being in nature, living free and unplanned.  Like dogs. With dogs, whenever necessary.

I: Just like the “tarzan” of Sinop? Again, of my century. In fact, I had the rare opportunity to witness him  in person several times from nearby.

Diogenes: You say he is all the way from your century and from my birthplace?  Now, that I find interesting. Tell me about him.

I: First, here is a picture of Sinoplu “tarzan” (I hope he would have forgiven me, had he lived, for using the attribute he is said to have disliked so):image.

Diogenes: ?

I: Oh, picture.  We now have paintings of you, which are similar to pictures. To better imagine how you may have looked.

Diogenes: He looks good. Like me.

I: Yes, I would agree, you Honorable Diogenes of Sinope. And here is an article on his life and death,  Sinop’un Simgesi Tarzan Kemal.  He is said to have disliked the nickname “tarzan” the Sinopians had attributed to him.  He had no house, only possessions of survival value, fed the dogs of the town and beyond, respected nature.

Diogenes: (article? I better let this one slip. I still have to find food for tonight, and feed the dogs.  This woman is full of words I haven’t ever heard before. If I ask her this one too, this conversation will never end…) If he had, indeed, lived helping the dogs, respecting nature, refusing material possessions, then, you are right in seeing in him a piece of me. But what is that with him supposedly having fallen in love with his family’s maid, and out of that unfulfilled love, having acquired his now widely known lifestyle?

I: We, Turkish people, love melancholy more than anything else, is what I think.

Diogenes: Turkish?

I: Do forgive me, you Honorable Diogenes of Sinope!

Diogenes: Turkish?

I: A mere slip of the tongue…

Diogenes: All I said was,

I: (I can’t believe I am interrupting the Great Cynic Diogenes…) Yes, yes. “He has the most who is most content with the least.”

Diogenes: How, then, did we end up here with this conversation?

I: I called upon you.  Because of my prolonged concerns.  My time in my society is about having more and more material possessions, living in large homes, and sometimes, I can’t help but find myself at a loss with these expectations.

Diogenes: What did I say? He has the most who is most content with the least.

I: But then, there are some people who are content with basic necessities.  And when they do resort to a life “with the least”, they become a viral hit.

Diogenes: ???

I: (Oh my, I did it again…) I beg for your forgiveness, you Honorable Diogenes of Sinope.  They are then somewhat known, is what I meant to say.

Diogenes: Can you tell me something about them?

I:  Certainly. Here are the links of …

Diogenes: (links?)

I: some who have been downsizing

Diogenes: (downsizing?)

I: Honorable Diogenes, I am afraid we are losing the connection.

Diogenes: (connection?)

I: May we, please, continue this conversation on Skype?

Diogenes: ???

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I: “He has the most who is most content with the least”?  I wonder what he meant by that…

(TO BE CONTINUED…WITHOUT THE GREAT DIOGENES, IMAGINED OR NOT)

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