Play It Musician

First it flashed 

Like a ball of fire

Heels hitting the ground with lust

Applauses mixed into the night

Drums, cymbals and oboes

A hand spreads

Like a marble in the air

Fingers painting the sky

And a pinch of a smile 

Play it musician!

Play it a bit more!

Let the sand mix into the dance

Let the red dress fly with the wind

Sing musician, with your foggy voice

Sing to the stars

Blinking one after another.

Oh, musician...

Play it now.

There is yet lots

Lots of happiness to share!

Erol

January 17, 2013

Click here to access the original version of this poem, "Çal Be Müzisyen".

Blue Murder

                  

Reach me with your eyebrows

Scratch my skin with your blue

Cover my face with your pupils

Brand my body with your bloodshot.

Sleeping is never easy.

 Uncovered, moonlight and maze.

Shut down, darkness
and nothing.

Wake up.

Now is the time.

Have to go.

Ready to die.

Get it done.

A neat murder.

One glimpse is enough.

Erol

April 9, 2011

Click here to access the original Turkish version of this poem, "Mavi Cinayet".

Drenched

Closer than a smell of cloud in the rain

Farther than the sun behind the clouds

Were the words resting on my tongue.

Then I chose to close my eyes.

Only because the rain knew

Whom it was going to sprinkle.

 
Erol

November 11, 2010

Click here to access the original Turkish version of this poem, "Sırılsıklam".