Poems On Medium

TRICKLE TRICKLE DANCE

Dance with me, on me.

QUINGDOM COME

There’s a raindrop caught in your eyelashes

For Medusa

Ocean de[p|a]th

The waves barely closing over my scalp

SİYAH

Senin gözün nadir; siyah bir inci.
Sonsuz kara sevdanın kopkoyu renkleri pırıldar.
İçinde taşır denizin tuzlu nemini.
Kah okşar dalgalar gözünün…

ALMOST SPRING

Whispered bird songs ships humming
or is it my heart

MISS ME?

Hi, remember me?
It’s me, your old friend. Long time no see.
There she is, gently tugging at me at first.

The arrow’s path

Macro | Scenery

Strong immediate urgent present

Radiata

Sól án varma

Your pits so dark

DIVE

Two windows are your eyes
framed by dark feathers
a sweet breeze luring me
to the sea beyond
fiery blue marble
before the storm
midnight ink now

the careful dissection

naked to the core

soaring in