I am hurting words

For the offended letters that do not fit into the lines

On the top floor awake crying neighbour's baby

Snow is hitting the window glass

The wind is thrown on roof tops

Ears are listening the storms revolt

Whereas fondling the pain with spoiled syllables

Without disturbing the sleep

Let the arrival of the mornings to come

To my scented

Coffee ground eyes

Without the comma, without full stop, without question marks

To my astonishment

*‘’Saber-fly sounds instrumental’’

The Doctors of the Queen.





*A word is enough to the wise.




Günsel Djemal ELÜSTÜN 20.03.2013