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Written 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.

Written 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.

Written by Dimitris P Kraniotis |

Ideals

 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.

Written 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!

Written 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”.

Written by Dimitris P Kraniotis |

Illusions

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

Written 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.

Written 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”.

Written 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».

Written 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.

Written 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.

Written 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.

Written 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 !

Written 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.

Written 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.