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Dimitris P. Kraniotis

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Fictitious line

by

Dimitris P. Kraniotis

Smokes
of cigarettes
and mugs
full of coffee,
next to the fictitious line
where the eddy
of words
leans against
and nods,
wounded,
to my silence.


One-word garments

by

Dimitris P. Kraniotis

Waves of circumflexes
storms of adverbs,
windmills of verbs,
shells of signs of ellipsis,
on the island of poems
of soul,
of mind,
of thought
one-word garments
you wear
to endure!

The end

by

Dimitris P. Kraniotis

The savour of fruits
still remains in my mouth,
but the bitterness of words
demolishes the clouds
and wrings the snow
counting the pebbles.
But you never told me
why you deceived me,
why with pain
and injustice did you desire
to say that the end
always in tears is cast to flames.

Ashes

by

Dimitris P. Kraniotis

The fireplace
was eager
to put a full stop,
in the sentence
where the road
of my dreams
stuck
upon the word of happiness
with sparkles
of wet logs
I collected
from the inside of me
that I dared
to turn to ashes.

The "doníts" and "zeros"

by

Dimitris P. Kraniotis

The night
that strangled
the endless moments
I had wished
to live,
passed by
without my lighting up
the candle
I had longed to warm up
all the "doníts" and "zeros".

What I ask

by

Dimitris P. Kraniotis

A ball of threads
my prayers
whisper
frightened.
Foolish "I"s
are choked
without you ever
knowing
what I ask.

Rules and visions

by

Dimitris P. Kraniotis

Life counts
the rules;
the sunset, their exceptions.
Rain drinks up
the centuries;
spring, our dreams.
The eagle sees
the sunrays;
youth, the visions.

Limits

by

Dimitris P. Kraniotis

Fragments of glasses
in the empty room
of the inarticulate whispers,
bleed
our limits,
fill
with sores
the caress of our soul.

Maybe

by

Dimitris P. Kraniotis

The cloud struggled
against the sand
underneath the rain
of "no" and "yes",
forcefully treading
on the rationale that obeys
the impasse of "maybe".

Ideals

by

Dimitris P. Kraniotis

Snow-covered mountains,
ancient monuments,
a north wind that nods to us,
a thought that flows,
images imbued
with hymns of history,
words on signs
with ideals of geometry.

Denials

by

Dimitris P. Kraniotis

A roar of cars
seals the dawn
with short-cut answers,
with unyielding denials
that are repeated
explicitly
every sunset.

Illusions

by

Dimitris P. Kraniotis

Noiseless wrinkles
on our forehead
the frontiers of history,
shed oblique glances
at Homerís verses.
Illusions
full of guilt
redeem
wounded whispers
that became echoes
in lighted caves
of the fools and the innocent.

To the dead poet of obscurity

by

Dimitris P. Kraniotis

In honor of the dead unpublished poet

Well done!
You have won!
You should not feel sorry.
Your unpublished poems
-always remember-
have not been buried,
havenít bent
under the strength of time.
Like gold
inside the soil
they remain,
they never melt.
They may be late
but they will be given
to their people
someday,
to offer their sweet,
eternal essence.

To you I speak

by

Dimitris P. Kraniotis

To you I speak,
do not show indifference.
This moment
to me
is mighty.
I am happy.
These words I uttered
and all were sad.
They left,
heads down.