Saturday, 14 September 2024
Machine
Gears, they have rytmhic moves,
dark brown, it prints the paper
ever the same movements, carefree.
A man would stand next to it,
controlling it with his hand.
Machine is working honestly non-stop.
It was a press machine,
I watched it in admiration,
the spectre enchanted me.
In the dark evening, near the shop
Machine is working like a careless snob.
I was watching but at the same time
My eyes were looking around anxiously,
those who see me, might think I was crasy.
Finally, I walked away...
The rytmhic sounds liky endlessly
Can it turn a human
Would it be a miracle?
If I love it enough.
I was going there almost every day.
More and more I was obsessed with it
With a passion,
my soul slowly turned to the machine.
One day in the dark
one guy in the park...
He was watching me with evil looks.
I fled, a pang inside me.
Can it turn a person
if I give it my spirit?
I didn't go there for a while
I couldn't do it.
But the machine is still in my mind
in the end, I decided to see it again.
Around of atelier there was large and empty
A construction site.
Trashes, stuff that doesn't work anymore
My God machine! There...
A baton beside it.
No way, no!
Such a silent, static.
Someone had broken it or
naturally it was broken
I don't know,
Then I understand that ,
I was a miserable romantic.
But the truth is, it never says a lie.
As if for a moment I saw a movement.
Over it a few drops, does it cry?
My God, can I bring it back
with my prayer?
A few minutes later, rain got faster
Hopelessly I left it.
When I smile to a Cruel
When I smile to a cruel,
one bird dies somewhere far away,
lies in front of my eyes,
the sacrifice
of my weakness....
About Leila Cankaya...There is too much thing to say, but shortly I will try to tell about myself. I was born in Germany Ludwigsburg, 21.july.1966 as daughter of a Fabrik workers family....I have academy diploma from Istanbul Cibali Girls high school.. Afterward, for 8 years I worked in ISKI Water management , in Istanbul Aksaray... About 17 years I'm writing, short stories, poetry.. Actually I was writing earlier, but I decided to publish them little late...I'm divorced and I have a son... Recently poems are available in Google search... Also I have ebook free, narrative poetry, "Day Dreamer" consisted of 3 stories.... on Scribd company... some my favorite poems, here...if you know me more, read my stories and poems.
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