Selcans Home

 My Best Friend Birds Yesterday, as usual. You've walked where we've walked You're sitting on a bench by the beach You've lit a cigarette, you're far away. You've never laughed, you're sad again Your eyes were full for a while. He bought a bagel from a roadside bagel shop You shared half of it with the seagulls. You're cold, you've got cold hands. Your nose is all red Then you slowly made your way home. You stopped by the supermarket to pick up some groceries. You said something from the outside. You've been spinning in empty rooms You've listened to some music, read some books. You scribbled something with a pen and paper. And again you shared your loneliness with the nights How do I know all this? Birds... Birds are my best friends They watch you every day, they bring you news. Maybe one day you'll go away Maybe you'll be far away But the birds will always be with you And they will carry your scent to me... Metin ERDEN

My Most Beautiful Poems on Birds' Wings   We neither shouted nor called We walked on our way with our heads held high We hit the bottom of loneliness With the sounds of the door creaking Friends with cows, goblins, nightmares We struggled with the darkness The freezing cold penetrated us Empty coffins, ready for bed And bats in the ruined ruin They thought it was dampness, the tears of my walls The smell of soot my quilt My lost youth. I wrote on the wings of cranes My most beautiful poems The blue sky was far away Bullet holes in the doors The looks were shaky, timid like a pigeon It used to snow in flakes We used to watch together with the street lamp My eyelashes would freeze I collected my ashes for years I accumulated a lot of loneliness In notebooks, in papers, pencils August bugs would laugh at me I was cold to spite August I was a winter child I never knew summer Every day is like a century Every day a prisoner Life for bread money No one knows my subsoil How my branches t...