H.Leila Cankaya
It's Around©November 2016.
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iTS AROUND
Just to see that cat
There, l would go, around it.
In any bench, l would sit.
I was knowing that, it was around
There, in that corner
First, l had seen.
I was knowing that, it feels
I would worry about it
Just there, under the ruin building.
Sometimes, a street dog would pass speedy
Looks to my face timid.
As if it was knowing
Why l was here.
Then it goes away, silently.
We were like sharing an innocent secret.
Some, a few dark peoples slowly passed
Like dark shadows.
I was glad to be here
Because, the reason
No one knows.
It was simple, to see it.
When l turn to corner
there,
If l wait a bit.
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Around it, a few cat
But for me just that.
Under the ruin building
Near the church.
It was just there
I would go,
But no..
More ,
Around it, I will trip now
Maybe such something real love.
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SOMEBODiES in BUS STATION
In their hands, some pockets
Small hopes, inside.
Peoples are waiting bus
If it doesn't come, alas!
Some realist, some had a dream
But, in their pockets small hopes.
They will go to their homes.
Familiar walls, will welcome .
Maybe a merry
Neighbour in balcony.
Some, was not aware about true,
Here, bus is coming too.
Each one has different address
Their fates too.
Station was empty, now filled again
Some on his face, hope, some, pain.
If not, if it doesn't come bus
Alas!
Some have been chatting
Some looking to pano
So that,
How many minutes, to home
for to go.
In a secluded corner
In the darkness, l
hiding me night.
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In the same station
passengers like family
Side to side.
Eyes turned to way
It will come bus
If not, If it does not come, alas.
In sky, it's smiling, worried moon
Bus will come...
Like an endless hope,
Soon, soon.
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NEW CiTiES
However, this city.
Keeping me
How long l couldn't go.
A chilly after noon
Everywhere water
All night, was stormy and rainy, l think so.
From far, a small shadow on floor.
Near the church
When l close, a pigeon, dead
lyes, such.
In my mind, comes to life
Hell demons;
That, l had smiled, at once.
I wonder, did l kill it
With
My fake smiles?
Little beyond of it
Some bread
but useless, it can't eat, anymore.
I wanna to forward,
Little beyond a large square.
Many pigeons have been tripping
Some, searching food.
Square, vigoured , noisy.
In my mind, that pigeon
Near it a bit bread
Waiting such
Near the church.
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Scil, true is everywhere same true
Here, pigeons were dying too.
Square, full life, square noisy.
Look like, death, doesn't effect nobody.
I don't like from this city anymore
Since l was seeing the dead pigeon on floor.
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MACHiNE
One people can love a machine?
I did.
Gears, they have rhythmic moves
Dark brown colour.
Gives the papers to press.
Ever, same moves, careless.
One guy near it, such standing.
Makes it control With his hand.
Machine is working, honestly, nonstop.
It was a press machine
I watched it with wondered eyes.
Spelled me that spectre
In the dark evening near the shop
machine is working
like a careless snob.
I was watching but in other hand
Worried tripping my eyes around.
People who sees me
Can think about me, crazy.
Finally l went away
Like eternal rhythmic voices, moves...
Can it turn a people
Can be a miracle?
If l love it enough level...
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I was going there almost every day
More and more l tied it
Turned a machine slowly my spirit.
One day in dusk, one guy in the park.
He was watching me with evil looks
I went away inner a pain.
Can it turn a people
If l give it my soul?
Many days l didn't go there
I couldn't.
But machine still in my brain
Finally, l decided to see it again.
Around of atelier there was a large building land.
Trashes, stuffs that doesn't work anymore.
My God, there, machine .
No way, no!
Such, silent, stat
ic.
Somebody had broken it, or
naturally
Itself had broken , l don't know.
Then l understood that
I was a miserable romantic.
But that was real that
It never says lie.
As if for a moment
I saw a movement.
Over it a few drops, does it cry?
My God can l bring it back
With my pray.
After a few minutes rain got speed
Hopeless, I leaved it.
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PASSENGER and INN OWNER
Don't ask me hard questions inn owner
Where l was going.
Maybe l don't know too,
maybe l am searching the true.
You see, finally, l have to go.
What change? Two days, three, four...
How many days even if l stay
I will start to way
One night, or in a sorrowful morning.
How long are you here, l know.
You are waiting and ever you will wait passenger.
Do you know, what is blue?
You too, do you search the true sometimes?
Would you think, when you close your eyes?
I will leave you,
It will stay there, that hot bed,
yet...
I am not from here, l am passenger,
Ways are waiting.
If l get use here, l can't go later.
Your behave, makes me hesitate
I have to go, before late.
But all the same l don't like to hear from you
any bad word too.
One day, l would like to remember you.
Faraway, your smiling face,
While l was in a sorrowful case.
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Ways and me,
anymore l can see their faces.
They are tired and many things now.
For this they are hard and silent,
tired, from to carry the peoples.
All the same they are glad
from their base.
You! Inn owner,
and tired , trouble ways
I will remember you, in faraways,
your smiling face, in a sorrowful case.
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GRAVE
How long, l hadn't seen grave.
This much tombs...
I looked such, side to side many bones.
Like say, everything is lie.
That silence spelled me.
Birth, death dates, some had died yet
Some , long time ago.
My existing looked meaningless to my eye...
I said, is it the single true?
Death, will come one day
I hadn't feel this much close to death, to life.
There was not their tongue.
They have not, neither fight. not struggle,
neither delight, nor make love.
all silent, like those stones now.
What happened them,
all of them
Was it empty?
As if, one voice, in the darkness
" What was you waiting that, that's all"
I couldn't stay,
much more
In that silent, secluded way.
A few cars only,
Were passing rarely.
In that darkness, death, what's that?
I went away...
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I walked on walked.
In my mind, that silence, darkness, names.
Behind of me
As if, grave stones screaming
"What was you waiting that's all, over games.
When l arrive a corner
Shaking; leaned to wall.
Unbelievable...
That silence got my mind.
I walked on walked.
Without looking back.
Like,
escape from death.
After, unknown a few streets,
for to hear the voice of the main street,
I listened....
My God! All streets are same.
Where is the main street?
If l hear the voice of the main street
I was going to go toward it.
But no.
All streets were opening to new one.
Moreover for to ask something
There was no someone.
Most lux duplex villas, dark blue , lighted pools.
Contrast with death.
Oh finally a child voice,
I thought, can l swim secretly?
Then l didn't get the risk
I was stranger here.
Still, l was hearing the voice of the main street.
But, in any kind , l couldn't find.
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That street, this street
While trying to say
I lost the way...
Finally, appeared
on the dark way a minibus
With a shiny light.
Oh, a living someone..
And, l will go home.
In the minibus
I said,
goodbye dear grave,
goodbye,
deads , many things told me this night.
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BETWEEN of RUINS
I am tripping between of ruins.
Stopping and blowing again, undecided winds.
Screaming on my head a crow.
Does it call my disaster or
warning me?
It can not talking that
How can l know?
I am tripping between of ruins,
Outside blowing undecided winds.
Street, has been singing it's song