By Meral Meri 🍁🌌📨🍁

 Again, once again, I am the infamous ...

millionth time.

But I have never been ...

like someone else.

By Meral Meri

🍁🌌📨🍁

The Whitefish - by Meral Meri

The Whitefish
~
I had never met a man who liked to go  fishing before.
So here.
I like fish. Especially at the end of a fishing rod.
But in real life I can never not do this.
So what I mean is, whenever I have my own choices, that person will bring me nothing but regret.
My human choices have always been bad.
I would find solace with those who chose me.
No, I always hated them.
I don't know why; I said, "Hello, how are you?"
And so those people always brought me bad luck.
Why am I so unfortunate, I have no idea.
But that's always the case.
Do you trust your own choices?
Of course about people.
Two fish were swimming in a poem.
Have you ever fished in poetry?
Let's say this is my sea of poetry ...
Do you want to swim here?
Or,
Do you want to catch a golden yellow fish?
Because I have a lot of volunteer fish in this sea of poetry.
Especially like this whitefish with a broken heart that looks far away.

By Meral Meri
Painter by Philip R. Goodwin

Meral Meri/ Sardunyalı Saçlar

Halının üstünde duruyordu
Omuzlarımdan sarkan
Onlarca tel saç;
Öylesine düşenlerdendi onlar,
Bir an gelmiş ki,
Öylesine düşenlerle düşmüşüm ben de
Kendimden çok fazla aylırken...
Göz göze gelmişiz.
İşte,halının üstünde duruyordu
Omuzlarımdan sarkan sardunyalar.
Öylesine düşenlerden olmak vardı şimdi;
Öylesine düşenler önemsemez birbirini,
Çünkü zarar vermeksizin koparlar birbirlerinden,
Güle oynaya olmasa bile.

Meral Meri/ Sardunyalı Saçlar

02.03.17.İstanbul