To my astonishment

I am hurting words For the offended letters that do not fit into the lines On the top floor awake crying neighbour's baby Snow is hitting the window glass The wind is thrown on roof tops Ears are listening the storms revolt Whereas fondling the pain with spoiled syllables Without disturbing the sleep Let the arrival of the mornings to come To my scented Coffee ground eyes Without the comma, without full stop, without question marks To my astonishment *‘’Saber-fly sounds instrumental’’ The Doctors of the Queen. *A word is enough to the wise. Günsel Djemal ELÜSTÜN 20.03.2013