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Write Out Your Drops
Write Out Your Drops
Write Out Your Drops
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Write Out Your Drops

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Write Out Your Drops is an eclectic poetry collection speaking on an array of themes as it pertains to being true to oneself. The author brings readers on an expressive journey through lyrical verses and graceful symbolism that makes one's individual experience seem more understood through the collective. 

 

She is not afraid to show her sensitivity as she strings words that resonate with any audience who knows the desire to convey their most inner feelings. The collection speaks on fighting despite the rain, embracing your tears through the struggles you face, and remaining in tune to the melody of your heart and the blood to which you are rooted. 

 

Both poetry and prose lovers alike can find something to relate to among Selin's words, which use imagery and metaphors to carry her on- the rhythm of the work reading like a song on a page. 

LanguageEnglish
Release dateAug 26, 2021
ISBN9798201778309

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    Write Out Your Drops - Selin Senol-Akin

    Dedications

    as a young child

    I knew in one sudden moment my destiny-

    to share my stories in any way I could and

    through any opportunity, not due to egotistical vanity

    but because of my experiences’ variety and their Affinity

    with Humanity

    for my daughter, family, dear friends and all fellow empaths- especially ones attempting to break free of either societal chains and categorizations, or narcissistic abuse of one kind or another.

    -Sel1

    ¹Means flood in Turkish. Author’s nickname.

    Dear beloved reader:

    Yes, you. If this collection has found its way to you, then I believe you to be an empathetic soul with many drops to pour into the globally-connective oceans as the collective human race.

    This, dear reader, makes you beloved- and more valuable than you know.

    I had written many of these poems before the onset of the tragic pandemic. In retrospect, I find that some of them about the new year and nature have eerily been foreboding. I sincerely hope these words find you and your loved ones in good health, and my heartfelt condolences to those of you whose loved ones were more negatively impacted.

    The verses on these pages range from the very personal to the very objective, and as an observer of abstract art like in The Ballerina’s Catalysis and Tropical Loss.

    My own name, Selin, translates to your flood in Turkish. As a believer in the universe somehow symbolically always trying to tell us something, I hope you can smile along with me in my love of play-on-words throughout the pages.

    May your flood of teardrops, sweat drops, melodic art and the blood flowing through your veins all unite and rain onto the connecting oceans as your fluid imprints. I encourage you to express your own universal vision, and bleed out your art and stories.

    Write out your drops. Write out your world.

    XOXO

    Drops of Precipitation 7

    Drops of Tears 28

    Drops of Perspiration 65

    Drops of Music 94

    Drops of Blood 128

    Drops of Precipitation_NATURE

    7

    the dandelion

    the winds of change have begun to blow

    even mightier than the unusual rainy summer winds

    of this already most unusual, viral year

    the winds of change have shattered any proximity in clinging to routines

    and familiar daily visions and habits

    they have caused an additional conundrum at a time when long-hauled weights

    had been begging to be finally released from aching shoulders

    it is said we take ourselves wherever we go country to city, city to country

    alone to partnered, partnered to alone burdened to relieved, relieved to burdened

    the cycle never truly ceases as long as we’re alive...

    the change itself may indeed be

    the only fuel needed to carry and drive on by

    fate only exists to a certain point after which you must decide your own form of high

    are you rooted to grow your flowers,

    risking rotting?

    or a dandelion,

    enjoying being blown along with the wind?

    the value of the flower

    valuable never realized

    what has truly been invaluable

    until the virus made all of us vulnerable

    a glance from a mask

    a touch on the hand

    a question you’re able to ask over

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