Shadow deepens the vision
A wire would worth a snake
(Or a hat would do for a head)
The night plays with the meaning
That has remained thanks to the light
…
_poets should wear “night” gowns to drink di-wine with the souls of previous poets_
…
A sleepwalker I am
Mistaken as a poet
Walking up-down ladders
Writing poetry with my body
Till I hit something ahead
That would wake me up
Eating my subconcsious
with a fake light
That was turned on by the ones who
really cares for me!
They were the ones who
already put a hindreance somewhere.
…
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ayla Said:
on July 5, 2011 at 4:59 pm
“shadow deepens the vision” doesn’t it depend on it too?
vildan arıcan Said:
on July 5, 2011 at 7:09 pm
Couldnt get the comment sista:)
Esra Said:
on July 13, 2011 at 4:35 pm
Güzel
vildan arıcan Said:
on July 14, 2011 at 12:22 pm
Thank youuu:) ma dear
fatih e. Said:
on September 23, 2011 at 9:06 am
“Writing poetry with my body” How so?
vildan arıcan Said:
on September 23, 2011 at 10:51 am
Poetry is sth. mysteric and it is largely about emotions in terms of content but when it comes to the style you need a form so the most noticable way of humanbeings in which these two feature merge is “Sleep-walk” to me… Not much reason lays within the minds of the doers but they do sth. and the steps are just like the steps of a poem, there is a natural rhythm…
vildan arıcan Said:
on September 23, 2011 at 10:52 am
and once upoen a time I used to sleepwalk btw.:)