Turkish Delight

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Turkish Delight

 

 

 

All those tender Turkish cubes

Powdered with sugar and

 

Those doughnuts crammed with

Strawberry jelly

Are my crown favorites

 

But if you were told

That baked desserts

Were harvested sweet

Then you have been fooled

 

No one can be naturally "sweet"

We all try to be every so often

 

We curve our eyes,

Light them up

With two candles

Of  glowing sentiments

Stretching a grin

Not too wide just

Enough to show

The good part of our teeth

 

A sweet smile

 

I feel contented the way I am

With those glum, uninterested   

Eyes and measured responses

 

I'm blunt in my own house

I don't bother gussying up

Or changing those ugly

Decayed set of pajamas

 

I don't use compliance

And I'm not as cute as I seem

At first glance or through my

Soft-spoken: Hello

 

I slouch back in my chair

And I cross my legs on the desk

And I'd shoo you out of my room

If I don’t feel like seeing

Your face right now

 

And by: you, I meant my mom

 

"There's a Teenager in the House"

The title printed on the book

She intensely reads everyday

Is not such an amusing sight

 

The pretty mini skirt clipped

In her musty long fingers

 

Or the not-so-well-made apple pie

Baking in her tarnished oven

 

And most importantly

The times she represses

Her grimace in the morning

Upon seeing those distorted wrists

Resting near the pillow

 

"It's just a phase. She'll be alright"

 

She's trying hard. She really is.

To internally repeat those words

Until her mind overcomes

Whatever barrier there is

 

To reach an understanding

 

 

Her forty-year-old features

Slightly wrinkled in a smile

 

A sweet contribution

 

An inner voice I'd like to call "irritating"

Because it's always jabbing me

In the back, whining about

What's wrong and what's right

 

"Okay, fine…" I roll my eyes

To the face in the mirror

 

"I'll try to be…sweet in return."

 

I can't smile, I realize.

Something must be stuck

In between my jaws

 

Appreciate her. Be…Sweet.

 

The voice wouldn't quit jabbing

My lazy shoulders

 

"Aghh! I get it!" I decide,

Hurriedly running towards

Her ever-waiting motherly arms

 

I hug her.

A low, but sincere "Thank you"

Arrive at her ears

 

Her "sweet" responses

Are always equipped

"Aww…my sweet, sweet child."

Her tight, heated arms always win

Against my half-hearted ones

 

And just when I decide

The moment has lasted long enough

I try untangling from her embrace

And I fail…

 

"What are you thanking me for!? I'm your mother; it's my job to care for you!"

 

And here begins the long…

Long lesson about

The cycle of life

And the cycle of love…

 

"Okay, mom…" I fidget uselessly

"Uh…you can let go now…Mom…?"

 

Maybe I should have just blown her a kiss…

 

Author's Note

Reviews, comments and corrections are appreciated.

*Image by ~em-davidson

Link: http://em-davidson.deviantart.com/art/Turkish-Delight-108583322?q=boost%3Apopular+turkish+delight&qo=7

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

I absolutely love Turkish delight, so the title pulled me in, yet your words convey so much more than sugary sweetness. You have such an honest, transparent voice here, sharing insights into your world.. loving and being loved... and just being you.. profoundly you.

Turkish Delight is sooo good!!!And your poem is greta! I can really realte to it! :)

[A.r. Bazian]

well... The fusion is interesting, as well as the imagery...
well... its a bit weird... but intriguing! very...

Keep 'em coming

[♥SunkissAngel♥]

Wow.. Just outstanding this is my favorite poem of yours so far.. i absolutely loved this part of the poem.

And here begins the long…

Long lesson about

The cycle of life

And the cycle of love…

this was my favorite part of the poem. It has great emotion nice work.

~SK

[Matthew Kult]

Appreciate everything she does for you, has taught you, and will ever give you. A mother's love is the purest you will ever receive. A beautiful write from a beautiful young lady, to her beautiful mother. Great Read.

Regards,

Matthew

[Wolf]

wow very nice write keep it up

[Erin]

I'm not big on dialogue in a poem, but you did a pretty good job. Fluency was really good. Just the entire metaphor about turkish delight could be brought out more and reconnected more. It seemed like just an introduction to the wrong poem. I get the metaphor, I undderstand it, but you could have pulled that off better.
Overall, great job. It was a pretty good read.
PBP

[Marlena]

This is so cute xD I love the image at the beginning, so nice choice there, and I just really enjoyed this. The font kind of gave it that crisp, no nonsense kind of feeling you talk about in the beginning of the poem, that "I'm not the same outside the house as I am inside" tone. I loved the ending you dished out, and I honestly can't tell you how many times that's happened to me xDD but I suppose that's why so many people, including myself, would enjoy it. It's relatable. The only part to really pick at I think is here, "And by: you, I meant my mom" You don't need the colon or the comma, instead just put a semi colon after "you". Great work, though :)

[Nadi]

This is simply beautiful, it started off with a simple description and then drew me in. It's a fantastically warm and loving piece that makes me smile more with each stanza. It really is a great piece, you should be very proud of it.

[Misty Blue Eyes]

very good poem..

[Molly]

I really like the ending. To be honest, I was a little skeptical about this one near the middle because I was afraid it was going to turn out to be simply an anti-parent teenage angst sort of poem (which I have been guilty of writing myself sometimes) but I was surprised when it took a turn to be about life and humility. I loved the way it got tender near the end, but still realistic and not sappy. And I liked the line about the book "There's a Teenager in the House" with my mom it was "Dealing with Eating Disorders in Young Girls" or something to that effect and I hated seeing it on her nightstand.