AS-I Love Freedom...

I Love Freedom and Recognize No Ties You must not regard yourself as bound But with me you’ll always be safe and sound Separation won’t be a question of life and destiny Love is not a cut-and-dried plan without mistery She said aloud after him If my lucky star is at work She added as if in a dream Her tone very proud Her expression grim She exclaimed once again I’ll rob the heart of that clerk He said the serpentlike eloquent tail Of the letter S of my name Reminded him of my lovely curves So I won’t tax him With bedeviling questions With his eloquent remarks He has already won my heart I say that’s a fresh start Wonders would never cease Eyes fixed upon eyes Hand clasping hand Our two S’s would linger With ease in a revery What is to be will be freely... Ayten Suvak

AS-Rushing Up...

AS-I Dash Up Mommy...

I Dash Up... Night’s over I join the rush- Dishes in the sink It’s early morning. I can see the rising sun dimly behind the curtains. I can hear a long cock-a-doodle-doo come from the rare orchards left among the packing-box order of architecture. The voice is followed by a few bars of tomcats’ brawls and ended with a loud engine alarm. It’s now broad gray daylight. Businessmen, businesswomen are leaving their homes with a guiless air for skyscapers where they work. There’s a nasty smog in the air. I’m a trifle uneasy. My mother will soon start complaining of her rheumatism; my father will soon call me to his aid to tend the artificial eye he carries after his glaucoma surgery. My parents the authors of my being- Two dry leaves I wonder if I’ll have time today to read my two new books purchased weeks ago. A cry of despair I let fall a plate- Both my parents are on the floor Ayten Suvak

AS-Coming From The Id

Coming From the Id Somewhere a dove is cooing A navigating fly among flowers In my ear I hear his voice Life is spinning round I see worker bees in the hive In my mouth the taste of honey Everywhere I see nereids Oh Freud, don’t talk again of id Actually I love Aeneid Ayten Suvak