I like what remains. Like sediment, Ash and an echo. This is a forum to talk about that which remains.
Curved
pillar
reflecting on the wall
Looks like a woman
still
stubborn
saddened
By the sudden realisation:
Pillars this time of day
On the walls
Of pretty fences
Of cosy houses
Could easily hide
Battled battered compromised egos
of women
still
shattered
serene
who look their shade from the road
and know:
Walls of pretty fences
of cosy houses
only deceptively reflect
the women on the road
Saddened
shattered
stubborn
Still serene
Still strong
“Θ” όπως θα πάμε. \Θα έρθει ο καιρός και θα ξαναφύγει και θα ξαναέρθει.
Όπως Θαρραλέος.
Θεός και Θήκη.
“Θ” όπως Θαμαςβρειξανατοπρωινοαστρομαςνααρμενιζουμε.
.\Τα άλλα Θ του Θανάτου και των Θάφτηκα αψήφησέ τα.
Είναι από άλλη Θάλασσα.
Αλλά μόνο κράτα του ενδιαμέσου
ένα ακόμα.
Θυμάμαι.
Choo choo
as we pass across green valleys and
blue
skies
We see children dreaming and
birds singing
Couples holding hands;
and we see doubts
sitting
down
on the grass
It is going to rain, you tell me
Choo choo
As we pass across red
anemones
in smokey lands
We see sheep
waiting
crows
approaching
old men despairing
And we lose our
reasoning
in the raindrops
We are going to make
the world better, you tell me
Choo choo
and I believe you.
Once upon a time, History whispered
there was a fire that burned the Beings, their Names and their Eyes
She was scary, she was deadly
She was big and destroyed everything at her path
People did not expect this Nemesis
and screamed while burning
Why, Gods? What was our Ibris?
You saw us Eye to Eye, Gods replied
and the winds blew even stronger
The waves grew even taller
You knew that these places were sacred,
You knew that we envied their wilderness and simplicity
They said
Once upon a time, the Time learned
there was History that allowed Fires to burn people’s lives
She was resentful, she was tough
She was unfair and destroyed all hopes at her path
People did not expect this turning in history
and screamed while drowning
Why, History? What did we not learn from you?
You took today and the day after for granted
She replied
My unexpected turns, are like random dices in children’s games
She said
Once upon a time, the Fire recalled
there were `Beings under the sun
They laughed, they played, they cried, they loved
There were Eyes that dared to see
There were Names that had meaning
Now ashes cover the blue-green landscape
and only some half-burned toys in black gardens
are the reminders of anything alive
Before dying remorseful, the Fire went
to a different fairy tale and became
the Fire that burned the distances
Once upon a time, History whispered,
There was a Fire that burned the distances and Time
The Names and the Beings from everywhere could feel the same pain and loss
They rushed to rebuild and to rescue. They rushed to rename.
However far, Eyes of imagination could remember
and this warmed other Eyes’ willingness
to be
and to dream
People in the graves were soothed, but wondered:
Why History? Why did Fire decide to do this?
It is not mine nor the Fire’s choice, she replied.
It was people’s intentions and decisions
that I could not but obey.
When people unite
history can change its turning
and random dices in children’s games
can become ways of celebrating chances.
Chances or Τύχη; asked the souls.
This is for another fairy tale,
she said.
And this sunset, so red that is setting
It awakes all the life and love within me
As the night falls
Dying
sedimentary 