A Fall Still Life And The Sounds Of Accordion Poem by Volkan Hacioglu

“You know that place between sleep and awake,
That place where you still remember dreaming?
That’s where I’ll always love you,
That’s where I’ll be waiting.” ~ Peter Pan


Now a little more beautiful you should be
And more deeper the meaning of solitude in your eyes
How many rains passed over them as far as dreams
How many lunar eclipses, and solar flares
How many winds blew after the parting
Like a single frame of a black-and-white silent film
Still stands in the prehistory of all remembrances

Left for me the books read and forgotten
Wish candles gone out in a ruined church
Left for me spleen and melancholy in a thousand pieces
Dried oysters, cries of flamingoes
Upside down rowing boats, preparation for migration
Left for me the last sand castle at the shore
Under the siege of phosphorescences
And the waves of sunset sea

Left for me miseries only-adjacent
The doorbells rung and fled, apartment apertures
Battles of district, pregnant cats of the street
Left for me a seam on my knee souvenir from childhood
And the pain I still feel today of the cobblestone
Upon which I fell at the moment I left
The hand of my mother

Left for me a rickety bike without tires
Nobody rides, abandoned on a vacant lot
A wired toy car adorned by staples
And a second hand loneliness made in China
As a matter of life and death
Left for me a pirate ship on steam
And at its deck the Albatross without a mate
In the Baudelaire’s poem
Not yet dead!

Left for me the medieval chateau in which Rilke wrote his requiems
Cold courtyards, desolate holy springs, Dracula’s cellars
Country travels, golden thistles, old landscape pictures
An official post at the Dead Letter Office of Bartleby
Left for me graverobbers who drink wine from skulls
A puppet theater of fake loves in my broken heart
The torn pages of a Barbara Cartland novel
Pirandello’s plays, Piranesi’s prisons

Left for me sculpted pumpkins, tumbled down pine trees
A fall still life and the sounds of accordion

But now a little more beautiful you should be