Metin Sahin

Rookie - 366 Points (28.03.1943 / balı kesir turkey)

Best Poem of Metin Sahin

A Hot Summer Afternoon

the sound ofthe summoning to prayer..ezan...the workmen destructing the building to soil....men are openin g there hands to sky...to cry....a bit...the carrying what to their nests...to their barns...for winter...a beauty combing her long hair in the mirror...my mother crying again...remembering my dead father...complaining from us....the birds are migrating to other lands..a wind blows her hot breath.....on our faces...in a flower pot....a flower suicides...

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Every Morning

every morning...he takes his off...his eyes...from their places...clumsily...lazı ly.....as he...as he leaves out..and gets out of his dreams...then he...puts on his feet...counts his arms..and if his fingers are in teir right places and complete...he places his head to its usual place...he then takes out his stomach....pours some tea in it..

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