to my Dreams
weeping women
would come
drawn
in black and white
pencil
the bullet sounds
were mixing with the sirens
crying door
being convicted
as the contrary prisoners
women, mothers and the girls ...
They undo their bows
as undoing
blushes villages, towns and the cities
the rapists takes the *yüz görümlülüğü
I am ashamed
sentenced to contrary
I draw jasmine to the streets
jasmines
I'm the rebellious poet of the
childlike love
I've always drew pictures of women in my dreams
I can not comfort /
iron gates and steel walls
my hands were badly smell
I gathered with my palms handfull of red
you iron gate ruined walls and barricades
If you have had put handcuffs on my hands /
already
I quit from drawing
to the came and gone all the God's and all the Army
I spit
the remaining stain
you would hide transcripts
to your books
footnotes
you were in disguise
behind the green clothing
Aphrodite who was born with foams
feels cold at Paphos's
one untimely street ending
jasmine laments
let the courts take you
on familiar stands
your damn things
should be tried
Let us return to our childhood whistles
and gather jasmines of off our walls
do not volley foam blues within us
Aphrodite
promise I'll not draw
pictures of crying women.

Günsel Djemal Elüstün 17/12/2014


*yüz görümlülüğü" literally "seeing the face"