One of my English poems... Open to comments, Hey Everyone!
Revisited
I eat up my days fast and wanting more
like Sunflower seeds.
I started on august 14th
a full moon over the sky
and 14th of Şevval
according to the moon calendar
of my Grand Grand parents.
A salty taste on my tongue
I am not sure if I dreamt this
I have to go back and check
to the time when I was a little closer
to being carefree and surprised
Now flashes of it come and go.
The day when Zeynep and me loitered
Our backyard with sunflower husks
The sun burning up doesn’t matter
Nor the crackling of crusts
This time my life’s crust between my teeth
I came to this franchised cafe
To fill myself with French vanilla
Now an ordinary taste though exotic once
And to think about everything in a row
My aspiration, my prayers and endless telephone bills
I guess the seeds without husks have no aspect
I feel a loss of flavor, an easy victory
Without a winner.
Meva Ayse © 2005
I eat up my days fast and wanting more
like Sunflower seeds.
I started on august 14th
a full moon over the sky
and 14th of Şevval
according to the moon calendar
of my Grand Grand parents.
A salty taste on my tongue
I am not sure if I dreamt this
I have to go back and check
to the time when I was a little closer
to being carefree and surprised
Now flashes of it come and go.
The day when Zeynep and me loitered
Our backyard with sunflower husks
The sun burning up doesn’t matter
Nor the crackling of crusts
This time my life’s crust between my teeth
I came to this franchised cafe
To fill myself with French vanilla
Now an ordinary taste though exotic once
And to think about everything in a row
My aspiration, my prayers and endless telephone bills
I guess the seeds without husks have no aspect
I feel a loss of flavor, an easy victory
Without a winner.
Meva Ayse © 2005
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