Sunday, February 26, 2012

a nothing

I live between the notes of that band
the spaces 
where the silence creeps in.

And just there--
where you catch your breath,
waiting for time to begin again.

And it is I, this mere shell of skin and
who does hold the stars within.

For it is in great black nothingness
that the beauty of the universe

Saturday, February 25, 2012


these dollar bills 
make poor bandages
how poorly they assuage
life's wounds
and when scars of regret 
are torn open
how meagerly they blot out
the bitterness
from filling up our tombs

Wednesday, February 22, 2012


you can't go around
people into sinners and angels
thinking they are saved
merely by belief
God gave us
heads, hearts and hands
for thinking, feeling, and doing
and if you're going to be saved
you've got to give Him
all Three

life is an eternal journey
a stairway not an elevator
and we constantly move
based on what we do
sometimes ascending
sometimes descending--
the choice
(and the progress)
is mercifully up to

Monday, February 20, 2012


Never thought love would save me
But love saved me all along

For it found its way deep inside me
And then opened me to God

Saturday, February 18, 2012


Once I was beset
 by a crow
his murder plagued me
cawing, clawing 
everywhere I did try to go
but one day I was lucky
I took my chance
and shed him like lethargy
at a ballroom dance
I was dressed so prettily
he could not see
for all the other gentlemen
were entranced by me
but as soon as I got comfortable
settled into free life
that black bird did find me
he renewed this strife--
and now he's come to settle
once again at my little window
if you think of a way to elude him
will you please do let me know?

Friday, February 17, 2012

afternoon sunrise

eleven thousand days
in the haze of night
as the sun withheld 
glorious insight
searching every horizon
for its shine
desiring in every atom
to see the flame alive
and oh, how each grain of sand
was loved as the last
hoping to find the wakeful crystal
in this sedimentary land

but the world was cold
utterly deprived of warmth
and tired eyes languished
longing for its hearth
but how soon those empty days
when an afternoon sunrise
lit up the lonely sky
and how souls rejoiced in
the blaze of beauteous height

and in the end
it did not matter
just when light finally flickered to life
for it is always dawn
when the sun finally shares
its light 

Thursday, February 16, 2012

my little rainbow

you brighten my skies
when dark winds blow
a myriad colours rise
with my little rainbow

Wednesday, February 15, 2012


do not get lost upon
the crooked lines within your hand
for the palm is not a path
you are only fated to tread
but a crease or an axis,
in which to pivot or bend
for it is our fingers
that will have fixed the life we led
and not some predetermined wrinkle
in a life that's merely read

Tuesday, February 14, 2012


the world was nothing
without you --
mere atoms
incoherently organized

like gravity
your heart 
brought order to my
disheveled life

out of chaos
through attraction--
it was your love
that set my universe

Monday, February 13, 2012

valentine's day poems

 will you be my valentine
all I got is this clementine
'tho it tastes a bit like lime
still its sour will still be fine
if you'll say you'll be mine


twenty toes
and four feet
we chose twos
in a heart beat

never had a sweetheart
never sniffed a rose
today I got my new start
with your sweet propose


 you are my rock
you are my mountain
if I build my heart here
joy will be found then


your happy face
makes my heart gleam
like a lightbulb
you are my soul's sheen


like a watermelon
without seeds
you fulfill my
every need


you red delicious
you made my heart

 a valentine's day card project  
illustrations by Roshani Ludher
poetry by Soha Turfler

Sunday, February 12, 2012


You pierced my heart
and set it on fire
I am now Soha-kebab
and a little over done.
And now that I am cooked,
I wonder--
will You steam the rice
with such love?

Monday, February 6, 2012


at the center 
of this watery world 
I swam
wailing as the waves
the ways
against every thought 
against every spot
of my own spherical

but then
two hundred
pearls of the water lily
were delicately placed 
within my hand

a gift 
with power that
flowed through 
my pale petals
exposing my heart
like a clam

and so 
soon I traveled
in this land
for a heart
in which these lily seeds
 to plant

and oft
I wondered
whether these precious gems
would be wasted 
would they be condemned--
were we all like barren plots
  folded within
our own inward 

but those 
two hundred
still did glisten
they still did 

and so I thought
it didn't matter
whether they were accepted
by man

for their beauty came
precisely because 
they were 

and so
this poor lily sought
two hundred pearls
to give

hoping in their lustre
we all 
could find a way
to live

For those of you keeping track, this poem marks the two-hundredth poem I have written in the past two hundred days, a goal which I set for myself on 21 July 2011 in a post that can be found by following this link.  It was often difficult, and as the words on these digital pages can testify, I often struggled in the task.  But in the end this endeavor brought me so much more than I could have ever imagined. And I must express how grateful I am to God for helping me to complete this project, because I am certain that I would not have been able to finish and post these two hundred poems without divine assistance.

My plan is to continue working regularly on this blog, and, after a very brief interlude, I will once again endeavor to write and post a new poem every day. But because of circumstances beyond my full control (including moving to another continent in the next few months) I can already foresee that this may not be always possible.  I hope at least to commit to another two-hundred day cycle in the very near future. 

I would like to thank each of you for your patience and support.  I truly hope that you benefited from reading the poems on this blog, since I know how much I benefited from writing them.  And I hope you will continue to follow my blog and other musings in the days and months ahead.  After my across-the-world move, I will begin searching for a publisher for the fiction novel that I have been working on over the past two years.  And so, God willing, soon you may be able to find my words on bookshelves, as well as at this internet address.

With much love and appreciation,
Soha Turfler
Pearls of the Water Lily 

Sunday, February 5, 2012


what fools are we
scared of the shadows
of the dark and deep
set fire to the world
thinking we'd be free

forgetting how the smoke
will cloud all we see
and now we stumble here
wandering blindly
threatened by the flames
burning at our feet

Saturday, February 4, 2012

poisoned the wind

If you have poisoned the wind
then let me breathe in 

If you have darkened the skies
then let my moonlight rise

If you silt streams to mud
then let me fill my cup

If you grow daisies with thorns
then let them brighten my morn

For whatever anguish is Thine
I pray you to make it mine

That by flavoring my blood with this spice
I may taste of your sacrifice

And thus know reunion with Thee
for this is my spirit's plea

Friday, February 3, 2012

Thursday, February 2, 2012


Schrödinger's new experiment:
to place a cat within a box,
then post it on the internet
and see who says it sucks,
for the video could be good
or bad,
and both at the same time,
since it all depends upon
the viewer's state of mind.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012


"I cannot join you at tea today," said the rabbit to the badger,
"been a bit rouseled today, indeed, even a bit rabbled,
so I must stay away today, to tend to my own matters."

"Of course, good sir," was the kind reply,
"But I am a bit concerned, good sir, so please do tell me why."

"Infestation," said the rabbit, "of an unusual kind,
you see, my dear friend badger, I've been overcome by dormice."


"Yes, dormice."

"But my good sir, I hear they're rather nice."

"Certainly," agreed the rabbit, "at least, they are polite."

"Well then," said the badger, "I see no problem at all,
bring them all along," he said, "it's easy to feed the small."

"I would if I could, my friend" said the rabbit in reply,
"but I do not think they'd come, even if I tried."


"Because they're sleeping in my pocketwatch, they're sleeping in my trousers,
and what is one to do, do tell, when one is full dormousered?"

"Well, carry them over," said the badger, "and we'll wake them up,
or at the very least," he said, "we'll put them in a teacup."

"A well sounding plan, my friend, but even this I cannot do." 

"And why is that, good sir?"

"They're sleeping in my shoes."