As if never lived
The sun will not rise
Beloved will not come
And troubled dark/night
I’m waiting
My pen is one mother in labor
And doubled up with pain
Between my fingers
Cannot write down the lines I’m thinking
My loneliness indecisive
I’m waiting
The clouds
Were like a child suffering from the whooping-cough
Sobbing mixed with the cough
Eyes full of cloudburst
You hold my dreams/naked
I’m waiting
When I kissed from your lips
Smelt the soil
With the taste of lawn
I’m waiting
Like a century old plane tree
Clinging to the soil with its hands
We were suppose to embrace
It didn’t graft we couldn’t make it
I had made a promise
Don’t forget
Where the sun kisses the horizon
My brain is a triggered gun
My heart is a bullet
I’m waiting.


Poem by: Atilla Elustun 12/9/2009 Emirgan-Taksim
Translation by: Gunsel Djemal London