Poetry of Fide Erken





 The Joy of Sadness

No sunshine
dark clouds have come
and hidden the sun

The sky is crying
rain drops come together
on glass
each has an amount of sorrow
a capacity for being sad

I have this capacity
so alive now
the sad music sound
melody of rain drops
clicking on glass

Maybe I wanna feel
the joy of sadness
and live the sad melody
in all my core

I don't wanna ask
who, when or why questions
remember all unnecessary memories
or cry

I'm longing to feel
the joy of sadness
bring me
all the dark clouds
I wanna be sad

              

Shadows

Grandma is sleeping in her bed
one of her thin hands
lies on the quilt
with long, beautiful fingers

Her bed is in an empty room
nobody there
except a young lady from the past
with long, beautiful fingers

Grandma can't speak or sing
even she can't see a thing
still she has thin hands
with long, beautiful fingers

The young lady used to sing
she used to speak cheerfully
cook delicious food for mealtimes
with her long, beautiful fingers

Grandma is sleeping in her bed
her long ,beautiful fingers on the quilt
out fly three white doves
not true beauties, just shadows
                             
                           
          

   In Your Heart

small is happiness
in green grass
but far is happiness
in a bird's flight

as you wanna get closer
it goes far away
small is happiness
in sky's clouds

happiness is a liar
says you own it
but just leaves sadness
and goes far

not possible to know
who owns it
they smile in sight
but in reality,cry

small is happiness
in green grass
but far is happiness
in a bird's flight

don't seek it
in sky's clouds
it's in your heart
not so far

              

   Empathy

you say
you don't like something
even shout
but I don't hear your words
I really understand
the imperceptible murmurs
coming from your heart
they also cry aloud
in my inner part


All poetry by Fide Erken
copyrighted 2002

Painting: Portion of a painting by Micheal Green

Music: American Prayer


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