My dear fish words are being spoken
They pour, through torrential rivulets
Into cascades drowning us as we bustle
In a beautified aquarium as big as a screen,
A box, a coffin, our darkest dream.
Words are being served on … CONTINUE READING »
Silent fish
My dear fish words are being spoken
They pour, through torrential rivulets
Into cascades drowning us as we bustle
In a beautified aquarium as big as a screen,
A box, a coffin, our darkest dream.
Words are being served on … CONTINUE READING »
Infected with peace
You play a peaceful symphony
Its notes enshroud your being
Effusing scents of placid calmness
Diffusing vibrations of quelling resonance.
You contaminate your surroundings
By infusing sparks of possibilities
Infecting some with hope and others
With annoyance, mixed feelings.
Clashing … CONTINUE READING »
Infected with peace
You play a peaceful symphony
Its notes enshroud your being
Effusing scents of placid calmness
Diffusing vibrations of quelling resonance.
You contaminate your surroundings
By infusing sparks of possibilities
Infecting some with hope and others
With annoyance, mixed feelings.
Clashing … CONTINUE READING »
Curled body
I know summer is coming to an end
Each time you fall afore my eye again,
Though I can hardly bear you under rising temperatures
You are always there to keep me warm when they drop.
When I was younger … CONTINUE READING »
Curled body
I know summer is coming to an end
Each time you fall afore my eye again,
Though I can hardly bear you under rising temperatures
You are always there to keep me warm when they drop.
When I was younger … CONTINUE READING »
From Kastellorizo to Lycabettus
Asked for a memory the first that came to mind
The moonless sky, the warmth of that Athenian night,
The pervading scent of citrus aurantium trees,
The juice of bitter oranges trickling down my chin.
At the head of the … CONTINUE READING »
From Kastellorizo to Lycabettus
Asked for a memory the first that came to mind
The moonless sky, the warmth of that Athenian night,
The pervading scent of citrus aurantium trees,
The juice of bitter oranges trickling down my chin.
At the head of the … CONTINUE READING »
Poeticles Collections Released
Poeticles are “poetic-less” melanges of words portraying the startlingly multifarious aspects of a random human being’s life. Its perceptions, sentiments, observations and realities.
Five years of Poeticles have been selected to compose a five-volume series divided in various themes, from … CONTINUE READING »
Mourning at the bar
My arrival by train to the lake bar
Is a little squared metal kiosk,
With several white tables on its terrace
It hosts me on red chairs under its wooden porch.
Spirited good mornings evenings and nights
Greet me with … CONTINUE READING »