The thread of life
in vigilant eyes
Evokes beauty
Euphoria walks about
in a threadbare reality
monsoons overhauled in backpack of worldliness
smothers ceaseless efforts
of obeisant hunger
The navel of summer
touched by chords of oppression
rang far into a whirlpool of memoirs
and cascaded in crystal clarity.
One for the New Year All abrupt endings are man-made. In Nature there are never full stops. Only commas, continuum courting all. In circular awakenings life lashes the shores of
Rev. Melissa Chappell offers a final word following a break-up.
(Πενήντα πανε τώρα )Κοιμώμενη πριγκίπισσα πάνε σαράντα χρόνιαΑμμοχωσμένη κι έρημη να καρτερείς αιώνιαΣτον ύπνο ‘οπου έγινε για σένα εφιάλτηςνα καρτεράς καθημερνά μ ‘αγκαθωτός ο φράχτηςΦραγμός μπροστά σου Αμμόχωστος, έρημη η αμμουδιά
young Balkans poet Maid Corbic with a new poem
I thought the dead were those indifferent with exemption granted. In a world too small devoid of the resplendent warmth you receive on yours, she breathes, relying on the days
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