on a january day.sunny but cold
but no snow on ground
a girl was running to spring
jumping..hopping and springing..flying
...
ı t is two days or three
since with soil we covered thee
we gathered here
in your mother city
...
AND NOW
I narrate the words of that evening to you
just as I heard from green loud-speaker
thus said the mannish dry voice
...
OBAMA
for the first time in history era
the descendant from kenya
has come to power
...
my young beloved's bag is very big
as a fashı on nowadays in young girls
hanging on the shoulder
usually black
...
evening...falls early in prison
in vain..even if you were a dragon
neither youre expertise in struggling
or your having a brave heart like a double edged fork
...
the souls are in haste impressed with another time and with an other place
even the shore is sooty with the colorful smoke may be on face
in vain trying to explore and examine the other world and the fear from it
when the day has come to weigh anchor from our time more and more
...
then
suddenly
a mannısh dry voıce interfered
and interrupted the femınıne wet voıce
...
He was born ın KAVAk village
in çankırı..TURKEY
on 1921
they salted him
...
neither a voice from far.far away
aloof
neither settling the lines of a poem
to make the obscure more obscure
...
when the dawn enlightens by the horns of my oxen
I plow the soıl with my prıde in my patient struggle
under my bare feet ı feel the soil humid and warm
with brilliant lights in my arm muscles
...
OH..the good neighbour, we could not find you very easily
we long for in a long year your serene comforting balcony
we stood wineless in the middle of the burning hot plain
all over wearied and our lips dry, cracked and drain
...
A HUMBLE POET.hE work as a governor of district and director of legal affairs for 38 in turkey.hE İ S NOW RETİ RED AND lives in ISPARTA.hE RARELY WRİ TES POEMS..he writes very cute.He has soı me turkish poems also on google...masterbaton siirleri.......He writes essays in turkish also.He has worked for 38 years in the Home Ministry..İ nterior..)
The Running To Spring
on a january day.sunny but cold
but no snow on ground
a girl was running to spring
jumping..hopping and springing..flying
as taken and opening a wing
the joy on her skirts
she collected and scattered
a girl was running to spring
hopping..jumping..springing
may be flying
as taken and opening a wing
clad in her best lovely dress may be
she was smiling
longing for a smile
ı smiled her
she smiled to me with her smiling cheeks
the girl was running to spring
some cats interrupted her way
she caressed them all
one by one..addressing each one of them
though the cats won't let go
the joy was scattering everwhere from her skirt
the girl was smiling
the girl was flying
the girl was running to spring
as taken and opening a wing
just like the early birds
the girl was running to spring
it was a lovely day
Metin SAHİ N
Your poems are melancholic... touching...talks more on lonely life... it's nice to read...
Your poems are melancholic... touching...talks more on lonely life... it's nice to read...
HAPPY NEW YEAR FOR ALL OF YOU..METIN SAHUN
+-I AM GOING HIHER AND HIGHER: : DAY BY DAY
Healthy days for all
Hii everybody.ı missed lou all.
Hii everybody..pleasa do not forget me.ı missed lou all..l will add new poems.
Ihave lost and forgot my passport.how can ı get ıt bacjk?