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by Dimitris P Kraniotis | |

Des refus

 Le bruit des autos
ferme à clé l’aube
avec des réponses coupées
et des refus inadmis
qui se répètent
sévèrement
a chaque couché du soleil.


by Dimitris P Kraniotis | |

Les «non» et les «zéro»

 La nuit
qui a suicidé
les moments infinis
que je voudrais vivre,
a passé
sans que j’allume
la bougie
que je voudrais
qu’elle chauffe
les «non» et les «zéro».


by Dimitris P Kraniotis | |

Vêtements monolectiques

 Des vagues d’accents circonflexes,
une mer fâchée d’adverbes,
des moulins de verbes,
des coquillages de points de suspensions,
sur l’île de poèmes
de l’âme,
du cerveau,
de la pensée,
des vêtements monolectiques
que tu portes
pour en avoir assez !


by Dimitris P Kraniotis | |

Ce que je demande

 Une boule
les prières
murmurent
peureuses.
Des «Moi» bêtes s’ inondent, sans que tu saches jamais, ce que je demande.


by Dimitris P Kraniotis | |

Cendre

 La cheminée
voulait
mettre un point,
à la proposition
que le chemin
de mes rêves
a collée
sur le mot bonheur,
avec des flammes
du bois mouille
que j’ai ramasse
de mon âme
et que j’avais osé
de le transformer en cendre.


by Dimitris P Kraniotis | |

Des limites

 De petits morceaux de verre
dans la chambre vide
des murmures incompréhensibles,
causent du sang
a nos limites,
qui remplissent
de blessures
la caresse de notre âme.


by Dimitris P Kraniotis | |

Peut être

 Le nuage s’est battu
avec le sable,
sous la pluie
des «non» et des «oui»,
marchant avec de la force
sur la logique
qui écoute
à l’impasse des «peut être».


by Dimitris P Kraniotis | |

What I ask

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


by Dimitris P Kraniotis | |

Denials

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


by Dimitris P Kraniotis | |

Ashes

 The fireplace
was eager
to put a fullstop,
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.


by Dimitris P Kraniotis | |

Limits

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


by Dimitris P Kraniotis | |

Maybe

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


by Dimitris P Kraniotis | |

To the dead poet of obscurity

 (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, haven’t 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.


by Dimitris P Kraniotis | |

Ligne imaginaire

 Fumées
des cigarettes
et tasses
pleines de café,
à côté
de la ligne imaginaire,
sur la quelle la vitesse
des mots
s’ appuie
et envoie un signale
à mon silence
blessé.


by Dimitris P Kraniotis | |

Les idéaux

 Des montagnes enneigées,
des monuments anciens,
le nord qui nous signe,
la pensée qui coule,
des images mouillées
par les hymnes de notre histoire,
des mots épigraphiques
faits par des idéaux géométriques.


by Dimitris P Kraniotis | |

One-word garments

 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!


by Dimitris P Kraniotis | |

The end

 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.


by Dimitris P Kraniotis | |

Rules and visions

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


by Dimitris P Kraniotis | |

The “don’ts” and “zeros”

 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 “don’ts” and “zeros”.


by Dimitris P Kraniotis | |

Fictitious line

 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.