I Have An Indescribable Fear
That I Can’t Understand...
My head is buried in a pile of sand
I'm like a wasteland with tens of thousands
of thistles waiting to be plowed
Tons of black tulip flowers planted between
my ribs, deep streams of black tar in my wounds, rivers of yellow pus
A road where there is no escape from the
enemy
O creator of existence and sunset, my unique
pen to which I seek help when I am sad, the painter of the unique depths that
lighten the burden of the birds flying among the clouds
All sinless animals groan with the pain of
silently witnessing the quiet destruction of creation!
Blessings you will offer in heaven
Yellow grape wine. The shadow of the sycamore tree.
Rose gardens, winds blowing from the east
and north.
All eyes falling into the arms of sleepless
nights, longing for the color of sleep.
The wise owners of the four seasons”
Springs in the eyes of humanity, the wave of
the water reflected in the eyes of the fish living in the river
Hearted sparrows crushed between centuries
They wait silently in agonizing weariness,
digesting everything that fate has to offer.
O supreme being, we know that you have given
us all that has come and will come from you in a digestible form for
generations.
The table of those who do not have a
beginning will be poor.
Damn the dry picture of absence, it's so
hard to face the obvious facts
I know it's not always prosperity, I know
that time must be cooked with pain.
I've been crushed like grains of sand piled
on top of each other
Despite the scorching sun, I'm not a rebel
Although life is like a camel's fist,
Sometimes we laughed, sometimes we
cried. It's impossible to find a scale
to carry what's going on.
Patience was presented to us like a pot of
gold, and the sound of destruction was etched in our memories.
And all we know is the past, troubles,
sorrows, distances, and they are gone yesterday and I know that those who are
gone will be replaced by new troubles.
But there is so much we do not know and will
never know. We are blind to tomorrow and I know that we will continue to live
in that absence of light.
Caroline
Laurent Turunc
04/08/2022-Paris
Desolate Roads To Infinity!
I'm the eighth valley on top of purgatory
between two flowered beaches
Far from essence, beyond imagination
Between valuable objects and the existence
of different virtues
A dark sky forever destroyed, stars
streaming into the depths, wild galleys howling in the clouds, angry suns
melting the desert sands
Where I enjoy remembering past happiness
with memories from the ages
I'm walking on the sand and it's raining hot
water from the sky
a country surrounded by a world where there
is no concept of time
I guess nothing hurts more than remembering
past happiness.
Because as we get closer to his will, our
mind dives so deep that our memory cannot follow it.
Seven planets revolve around the sphere and
you are the eighth
Winter months in the icy sky
You follow the godless on the shores to
cross the great rivers of raging fire,
And you talk to yourself, if I were an
iceberg, I didn't see anyone who deserved my shadow.
goes beyond memories
These objects with weight are in the eternal
cold
you get roasted down your neck
You say keep the memories in the memories,
then you think how meaningless this thought is, but you know you can never tell
exactly what you saw!
What do I have in mind, those who complain
of pain, those who shout in anger,
loud voices, muffled voices, clapping hands,
We are innocent people of God's spirit in
this world.
There is so much pain in the world, like the
pain of death.
It is as if the valleys are as frightening
as the steep mountains.
and the forest is getting harder and harder
to describe.
you're after what you wrote
When you see with your own eyes that the
fire burns every day and every fire burns in different colors.
You're questioning yourself You're so angry
at who you are, your anger is in your teeth
Yes, our soul is a steep and endless
desolate road
The peak of the thirty-fifth valley between
sunrise and sunset
06/08/2022-Paris
Caroline Laurent
Turunc
The Taste Of
Being Lost In Life!
Sometimes a
warm, sometimes a cold wind caresses my neck and I feel like I'm walking on
clouds step by step.
Starry nights and melting deserts, I'm filled
with silence, lost and forgotten
Expectations, accusations, ambitions and
pursuits
without ever needing
I smile at the night and the clouds.
And to all the stars above...
I really enjoyed walking through my pain with
any idea of what I wanted.
I've always wondered about the delicious truth
of getting lost in life.
And I know we'll never know until we taste it
I stare sideways at my dreams and the stars
above. I felt they wanted to say a
thousand things to me
Footprints showing the weariness of the past
cast a shadow over them.
As I went higher I could see that the
countless stars were not actually standing there, just reflections.
I wandered among the clouds for a while, not
calculating how far I had progressed, and when I came to the door of the fifth
universe, I stopped and looked at the reflections of the past.
There's nothing more blind than love
And I'm in a valley where they say the sun
doesn't shine after the rain
The night goes on, the darkness fades, the
stars multiply and my heart only speaks of you.
A crowd of people behind a veil of
intercession, showing all the beauty and ugliness of a life full of dreams and
laughter.
I don't know if it really comforts me to see
that everything has a price.
You sit in your corner, in your hammock, or in
your garden.
Someone reminds you that you're in the wrong
war
Their sizzling voices ring in your ears and
they remember telling you that you can't live life the way you want.
Nor why, everything is upside down
it's getting really hard to be you
A thousand meaningless things are said
You feel like you've fallen into the river of
sensuality
Distilled, exceeded, wasted hours
You find yourself playing the anticipated
comedy
And you're really far from being just you
'Cause we're among a thousand things
We try to protect what was created for us.
We are far from focusing on being me.
12/08/2022-Paris
Caroline Laurent Turunc
CAROLINE LAURENT TURUNÇ
CAROLINE LAURENT TURUNÇ is
from Antakya, Turkey, from Arab origin, she is the daughter of a family of nine
children. She has a sociology degree and has written over 1500 poems since
2013, received many certificates from abroad, and participated in nearly 40
local and foreign anthologies. Her poems are still published in many
international journals and websites. She is writing a novel that she is about
to finish. She published two collections
of poems, "Between the Orient and the North" and "Desert
Lily". She came second among 2575 poets from each country at the world
literature championship held in Romania. She won an award at the eighth spring
poetry festival held in the town of Yan, China, causing it to be selected for
the "World Poet Literary Museum" commissioned by the Silk Road
Cultural Center of Northwest University of China. She was also a member of the
jury of the Galaxia International Prize for Unpublished Poetry, 2021 edition in
Chile. She is a columnist for Basken Haber Ankara Newspaper. She is a columnist
for ÖZGÜR İFADE Istanbul Newspaper. Ambassador FOR PEACE International
university Diplomatic mission free citizen Association And independent in
France. The Ambassador of the International cultural salon Association creative
visions in Tunis. Ambassador of Morocco of IFCH in Turkey Organizing committee
member in Writers capital international foundation. Paris representative of the
international foundation u.t.e.f., a Turkey-based Humanitarian Aid
organization. Currently lives in Paris, France
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