Some of these words are borrowed from Judith Butler and Patti Lather
You look at me with curiosity
"but how do you know?" and I don't- oh I don't really
I have tried to label for you a moment mid-scurry,
nail down that which is ephemeral
but really I am not this, or that
I am the movement
to/from comfort zones
I am like a hermit discarding an outgrown shell
scurrying naked (don't look, don't catch me)
into the next shield against the predatory eyes
of objectification.
I am born in my...
repetition...
variation...
divergence...
maybe growth? Discarding that which
no longer fits...
deviation...
subversion ...
...
and repeat
but I am not that shell which is all I can show you
of myself.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Sweeping Winds and Rainbow Beginnings
ŞiirThese are a few of my poems. I would prefer to take my time and try to sort the better ones out from the rubbish so it might take me a while to collect. I hope you can stop by and enjoy a poem or several. In poetry (good or bad) we express something...
