WITHERED ROSE
Haiku
The weather was rainy and the sky was dark. The sound
of thunder was scaring all the children and a man was
laggardly approaching the metro amidst the ruckus. He
was tall and well-built, so his jacket suited him despite
his slumped shoulders. His large nose covered most of
his pale, wrinkled face and in his sky blue eyes, there was
a hint of hope. His scraggly hair hid his eyes, but he paid
no attention to this detail.
As he sat on one of the metro benches, he stared at the
protruding veins on his hands. His behavior indicated
how gloomy he felt. Inside of his jacket pocket, there was
a rose just as withered as its owner. When I observed
him carefully, I noticed a dinky card with writing on it.
I guessed that his wife had written it because she was
always with him, but today she was missing. A few quiet
minutes later, he flinched while reading the message
which was actually from his son. Unwillingly, he read
the message a second time. His son explained that he
had stayed late at the funeral home not able to leave
his mom. Tear drops poured like a fountain from the old
man’s blue eyes. Rapidly, he wiped his eyes, got on the
train and descended at an unfamiliar stop.
Under sunny days
The river flows viciously
The waves are laughing
Beril AKSOY
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The poor man didn’t know what he was doing. He was
just running from his inundated brain, and he couldn’t
accept the absence of his wife. He felt as though all the
creatures in the world were against him. His only crime
was that he couldn’t believe that his wife had died.
Ayşe Serra ARAZ
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THE CLAPPER 2018 - 2019
Stars shine in the sky
Have you ever seen yourself
When you look at them?
İkra Aybuke ERTEKİN
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