NOMAD OF POETRY
To Thalless Al-Rhazess…
Tell
me Nomad of Poetry
How
did you kiss the nomad letters of the loneliness in exile?
While
the mountains of the hope were melting in the hands of your homeland
How
did you carry your red dreams to the unknown seas of the future?
While
your wounded loves were jumping off the cliff of the disappointment
The
history of the pigeons is bleeding from where you keep quiet
You
keep quiet the desolateness of the hobbling rivers
The
hobbling rivers forget the nomad dreams of your childhood
About
crossing the mountains in a truck full of melon
Tell
me kid, tell me Nomad of Poetry
How
can the drunk verses resist nihility?
SERKAN ENGIN
June 2017
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