Mürsel Sönmez

– Uluslararası İstanbulensis Şiir Festivali –

Firar

Ben ne yaptım Allah’ım!
Simsiyah bir çığlığa sardım da varlık kokusunu
Bir çarpılışla döküverdim orta yere

Durduk yerde söz yığınından bir perde çekip aramıza
Yanan yerlerine gölge düşürmek istedim
Dayanamadım kalbimi saran alev yalımlarına

Ben ne yaptım Allah’ım!
Bir yudumu tada tada yutmak varken
Dipsiz fıçıya daldım

Fizik ve ötesine fit olmuşken cümle yüzey yüzücü
Elma kokusuna rüzgar esintisine su sesine kanıp
Züleyha sarhoşluğuyla bileklerimi kestim

Her şeyken hiçbir şey, hiçbir şeyken her şey oldum
Renk rengin esiri, cenk cengin yanak yanağa ikiziydi
Yandım, kül oldum, alevlerde sulh oldum

Çam filizlerinden geçtim, bulutlar arasından
Demir filizlerde uyudum, haddehanelerde büyüdüm
Kaya gibiydim, dalgalarla eridim sahillerde,
Parklarda gezindim ceket altında demlendim

Kalyon batırdım, çam devirdim, muz kabuğu attım sokağa
Şehirlere, köylere, evlere girdim, yüz sürdüm eşiklere
Kavgalardan çıktım, savaşlar bitirdim, bankalar batırdım
Paralar yaktım, antenler kırdım, eşkıyayı dağa kaldırdım
Ben ne yaptım, ben ne yaptım
Yoruldum sana geldim
Sen olmasan ne yapardım Allah’ım!

Göçmedim, kapına pösteki serdim
Allah’ım
Sen olmasan nereye giderdim

Sen çölünde kaldım budur günahım
Senden sana kaçıyorum Allah’ım

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Mürsel Sönmez

He was born in Mesudiye District of Ordu in 1963. From 1972 on he has been living in Istanbul. He is engaged in trade. His first poems were published predominantly in the magazine called Mavera (1988). He is one of the founders of the literary magazines of Kardelen, Düşçınarı, and Birnokta. He is currently serving as the publishing manager of the Birnokta Literary magazine which has been published since 2001.

Getaway

Oh my God, what I have done!
As I wrapped the smell of existence on a pitch black shouting
I littered it at the midpoint by hitting it once

Ex nihilo, by drawing a curtain between us from the pile of the words
I just wanted drop a shadow on your burnt places
I couldn’t stand the flames swaddling my heart

Oh my God, what I have done!
When it was possible to swallow one sip through degusting
I plunged into a bottomless barrel

While all surface swimmers called it quits beyond physics and more
Being fooled by the apple flavor and the breeze as well as the sound of water
I slashed my wrists through Züleyha intoxication

I became nothing out of everything, and I turned into everything out of nothing
Color is enslaved to color, that fight was the cheek to cheek twin of other fight
I got burned, reduced to ash, and I came to agreement in flames

I passed through the pine offshoots and the clouds
I slept on ironstones, I was grown up in rolling mills
I was like a rock, I got melted in the shores with waves
I got around the parks, I pulled a cork under the jacket

I sank a galley, I blundered, I threw away a banana skin on the street
I entered the cities, villages, homes, I rubbed my face on the door stone
I got out of fights, I ended wars, I bankrupted banks
I burnt money, I broke antennas, I kidnapped the bandit
What I have done, what I have done
I got exhausted and not I got to you
What would I have done, hadn’t we had you!

I have not migrated, I put down the felt at your door
Oh my God
Where would I have gone, had we not had you

I was stuck in the desert of YOU, this is my sin
Oh my God, I am running away from you towards you