Treasure Island

Muzaffer Akin


Olay Ufku


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ahlâka mugayyir
ayıp ekmedim ki, utanç biçeyim
gacal’ın tarlasına
öyleyse neden bu sessiz intikâli
nefret kılıklı esen rüzgârların
gömülür nadas mezarlığına
her mevsim
tüyü bitmemiş başaklar
boyun büker her hasatta

kalemkâr parmaklarım
birer mum gibi kınasında hayatın
yandıkça varım
vurdukça yel yarım
yarım yamalak kalıyor
öbür yanım
ve
endişeliyim eridikçe bitmesinden ışığımın
bir gün

o nedenle çok okuyup
az yazıyorum
kültür zehirlenmesinden mütevellit
kocakarı panzehirlerimi
her beher
ışık olsun karanlığa
alışabilsin diye güneşe
olay ufkuna müdavim
cehaletin zifiri gözleri




Vaha

Submitted: Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Edited: Sunday, May 04, 2014

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