And below, is the poem I refer to in my previous post... *Sinop of the Black Sea is Turkey’s only peninsula. “Sinopem” is a self-coined wordplay for which I resorted to the Turkish possessive “m” suffix in order to hint at the reference “my Sinop”, as a possession of the poetic I. **“Revani” is a traditional Turkish dessert made of semolina and heavy syrup. Sinopem* the homeland enters the main vein her scent floods to each body cell one stunning aroma after another i thirst in hunger pangs etched to memory in blood and flesh the magic of my early life often asleep – head should feel sore however when awake cold or ache no more blanket soaking in her perfume pillow, one of softest feathers “snow falls upon who sleeps” she whispers… one corner – a distinctive delight a town in unison with its sea unlocks the long suppressed there! it stretches to the harbor in cheer main street down tea gardens of yesteryear Divan café – loyal as ever before hugs the aged salt factory to affectionately mend guards before the old prison the compliant inner bay not at all anxious by its fast descending bend sates with secrets-devouring treats my childhood eyes and arousing sighs on loads and loads of mouth-watering plates a huge piece of Revani* – apt for my sweet-tooth-fame topped with natural ice cream of vanilla beans delights generation after generation after generation eight in total the loved ones of mine farther away lies the town’s aorta the legendary passage to famed Ada coveting April 23rd parades of ribbon bouquets on Çocuk Bayramı – Festival of Children… flows in sync with streets wide open alleys unseen carries along a dear one of mine to the heart’s mind scene by scene my eyes lock on the trail to the highest peak one modest look to the left or the right the sea struts its azure wealth and might and there a breath away dons mysteries that spectacular house bricks worn out shutters ashen hue still erect in humility though vies few more breaths to accrue ornate transoms eye the vastness of the sky their weathered glances down upon the sea the soil tender as a new mother’s caress depleted tree roots soon to finally rest as have those who were put there abreast my heart wanders off to the faded print: wide steps to a wooden tall entry door a stately man – fedora briefcase handsome face my uncle by his leg – a mere toddler a Shirley Temple though Turkish – my mother her tiny gleaming face ever so bright glued to the colossal front window my grandmother’s beauty in the dark on her lap my other uncle – her youngest his cruel damaged pre-natal heart cut off too soon his contagious delight next to me the unique scent of my mother the warmest warmth of her soul
Posted on: Sun, 03 Nov 2013 18:12:10 +0000
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