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BK (15.08.1959 / Sinop/Turkey)

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Poem By Bulent Karaalioglu

And the clock stopped.now my heart
    You've found the heart hours
    I don't have the heart
    I found a poem's heart

    Starting a new day in uniform
    The wounds that started
    In a new day
    Our endless uniform tomorrows

    If the clocks are cloudy
    Our days are many
    The cello came from all over.

    A blind window
    A helpless door
    What the days bring

    The heart of the blind
    When Rokoko is buried in the bottom of the watch
    Days of snowy and short in the East
    Uniformity when it snows
    One flat in the days
    There's uniform everywhere.
    Hours, no heart, no poetry, no

    I cut off my wrists
    I need to write poetry from my blood
    I must wake up from hibernation.
    The world in the world
    The body of the body.

    In your sleepless womb
    The nerves in my brain
    I can't solve a one

    There is a poem
    From my blood to my soul
    Pens for forests
    The world of pens
    My wounds wrap up the thesis
    Honey, honey and blood

    23.January 1982
    January 15,2019

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Comments (19)

Dear poetess, time is the healer it will filter and the honey will be pure.
My wounds wrap up the thesis Honey, honey and blood Pains that one faces in love, and the wounds that were give in love, the blood that came out as tears in love; everywhere it was honey of love. I kept the dried blood with me and changed the honey into a poem. Despite my sincere efforts I don't know how a little blood was added in the honey. Tell me, how to get courage that can filter the pure honey as the filtrate, I want to get rid of the precipitate of my blood.
Intresting piece. Thanks for sharing. “ A blind window a helpless door“ very creative
Thank you for your comment and your appreciation
A great poem, conceived thoughtfully as also thought provoking. Congrats on poem of the Day.