Timur Kocaoglu

What Burns Me Is This Snow - Poem by Timur Kocaoglu

Snow up to my knees in Michigan
who would notice do you suppose?
my longing for you / o my pal
Istanbul / flows inflamed in cold
and burns the lining of my coat.

I walk after I put on my eyeglasses
in case I meet an acquaintance
who would invite me to a house
which smells of freshly brewed coffee
even a postcard of the Bosphorous
would completely transcend our moods.

Snow, wherever I turn, nothing but snow
what burns me is this snow…

(Jan.13,2011 / East Lansing, Michigan)

Topic(s) of this poem: love

Comments about What Burns Me Is This Snow by Timur Kocaoglu

  • Kelly Kurt (4/4/2015 10:40:00 PM)

    I share your sentiments, Timur. Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 9, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 4, 2015

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