UNWRITTEN LINES IN MY NOTEBOOK

Unwritten

I opened a page in my notebook

For a small quatrain

Perhaps small

Perhaps bad

Perhaps these lines are roughly written

But they tell the stories trapped in my heart

My hidden story

It's a bittersweet love story

This one playing hide-and-seek

The ending is not yet written

The lovers have not yet reunited in this tale

There are still blank pages

Waiting hopefully to be written

And there is my little girl in this story

Running from place to place

Trying to find a beautiful toy

And there is my beautiful Istanbul

Warm like the tea I drink on the Golden Horn ferry

And there is my history

Behind dusty books

And there is my homeland

To which I am bound with endless love

And there is my never-tiring pen

And there is my love that I still haven't attained

Reviews

[Brad Dehler]

This is a great expression of what it means to be a writer and how it feels to hold all that potential in our hands and pen and ultimately onto the paper. Endless love of your homeland is heartfelt, for you its Istanbul- for others... they know it in their hearts. With all of that potential that magical final line:
"And there is my love that i still haven't attained"
Yet not unrequited- This is the promise, to endure, to reach that ultimate hope, living our dream. And it is doubly interesting to also consider the love of/from another person.

[bubbafreesnake]

The first time I tried to read it, I didn't finish reading your poem UNWRITTEN LINES IN MY NOTEBOOK because it wasn't dramatic enough for me or had startling images. But with a second reading, I found it very enjoyable and your tone, approach, and language fresher than I first realized, nothing seemed off. I appreciated the not overly exaggerated sentiments and expression. Your poem reminds me that there are sane people all around me living unobtrusive, meaningful lives. Super enjoyable poem.