Yelling Poem by Cagla Dag

I missed you on grey asphalts
which hazed of everlasting separations

I missed …
I wish the people could be bird when they want

For exaple, ı wish I could pass in blue freedoms
While I was carrying to smell of honeysuckle
I could sprinkle basils in your eyes
During the yearning ı could coil up your neck
I would like to swing in your arms
Do they be bad?

For now,
I drain off the darkness which has pressed on me, from brae.
The roads are on slippy ground of wrinkles
I am in fire of horror, a confidant to ashes
I dont ask about you while the climates was modifing
And I dont look up your eyes while ı was keeping quiet

I missed you.

My heart was dashed
I shaked up it and stalled off it
I have told fairy tale to forget that missing
A while, only it consoled
After that, it was called again


I missed you!
I missed! ..so that..



Çağ la Dağ

14.05.09