You left your diminishing eyes into a quarter droplets
Was it the collapsing salt pain inside?
The forsaken should be the other half
Deep darkened sigh was poured from within
This sighs/was it that you’ve painted into red/ darkened
The drop figured out being a quarter
Was this right
As gone wounded
Who abandons goes with shame?
To abandon and to be abandoned
Does it mean congestion?
Without letting yourself to the wind
You looked at the drifting cloud
Letters were runabout, coward and about to cry
Places are not contaminated are confined in letters
The pencils paint and the white pages of the book are innocent
You were duplicating shadowy fears decadent
Five Fingers were publishing dirty books
Trees were self-consuming themselves
As your pupils were crying to the sea the trees were writing
Mermaids must have been collecting the shooting stars
From multiplicity and nothingness the ears are deaf
You become not liking the crowds and fish
Heartless beach girls were stepping on sand
You left your diminishing eyes on to a quarter pebbles.
You were going to cry.


©Günsel Djemal ELÜSTÜN 30.03.2013