22 Mayıs 2012 Salı
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
14 Mayıs 2012 Pazartesi
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
7 Mayıs 2012 Pazartesi
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
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