Kenia's Wednesday Challenge

I begin my journey at dawn with my horse

As the large morning bird wakes.

I keep quiet, like a moon grown heavy.

Before me, rain of unknowable age, 

Flowers on the far side of a thousand years.

Last night, last night I saw in my dream

That I was sundered from my coal-eyes love.

I broadcast my passion on the night with my hands.

It snows for me in the mountains.

I swirl fog in with the autumn trees. (continue reading)

My dear toads! Has it been a month already?!  I'm glad to be back here to introduce you to another amazing  poet and I really hope you enjoy his works!

(image from Wikipedia)

Melih Cevdet Anday was best friends with Orhan Veli and Oktay Rifat (you remember them HERE, don't you?) since they were in high school, and together they wrote Garip (Strange) in 1941, a book that happened to be the mark of Garip movement, which was pretty much the Turkish literary surrealism, and would change the history of Turkish poetry forever.

The top part of this piece of writing

Couldn't be read; no one knows who wrote it either.

Never mind, what matters is the words, not the sound.

"...Then I ate whatever I found in the house:

"Bread, almonds, dill.

Barefoot I jumped on the horse,

The wine of the morning was raving mad

So I dashed through the people and went away

Full gallop."

I was going under a tree

It happened in a flash

I fell apart from myself

And became a poppy flower

Bending in the sun,

Tortoise shell, house of wedding

Delirious talk, bevy of names.

I turned into the petal that drags

The wind like a blind God,

I became the century.

A tiny moment like a bug.

I was going under a tree

I became a tree

That propels itself

And saw someone stuck in the ground.

The four of us were taken in the park,

Me, Orhan, Oktay, Şinasi too…

It seems to be autumn

Some of us in coats, some in jackets

The trees behind us are leafless…

Oktay’s father hasn’t yet died,

I don’t have a moustache,

Orhan hasn’t yet met Süleyman Efendi.

But I never was that gloomy;

What is it in this picture that recalls death?

Still, we’re all alive.

CHALLENGE: Today's challenge asks of you to borrow a line from a friend's poem and use it as inspiration to write a surrealist poem of your own. Link your poem below! Happy writing!