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not a strong gust . . .

not a strong gust
but a set of tender breezes it was
that started to shake the leaves one by one

change was in the air
nothing to prevent, nothing to prepare for
like artificial breathing and then . . . no longer
trying to catch a gasp of air along the way,
in the midst of a blindingly dense fog,
attempting to see clearly once again
that which now belonged only
to the soon-to-be-forgotten past

each left for its own path,
struggling still to stick together
for a little while more
until none was the same as before

© hülya n. yılmaz, June 21, 2019

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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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It is very simple to be happy, but it is very difficult to be simple.

Rabindranath Tagore

I cannot help but agree . . .

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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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Unknown

“Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.” ~ Mitch Albom

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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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No one has imagined us.
We want to live like trees,
sycamores blazing through
the sulfuric air,
dappled with scars, still
exuberantly budding . . .

~ ADRIENNE RICH, in: Twenty-One Love Poems

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