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The Kiss

Kissing each other
upon the ancient navel;
fragment of a love.

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Just Because I Said I Do

Just because I said "I do"
doesn't mean that I am through,

through with life before I met you
and the reasons to forget you.

On the night I knelt before you
signing how much I adore you,

it was more than words I uttered
more than sounds casually scattered.

Just because I said I do
don't forget that it was true,

just because others who've done it
had a second thought and shun it.

Mark me , babe, wives are still ladies
despite any amount of babies.

Just because I said I do
doesn't mean that you are through,

there is a long way to go
for me never to say no.

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Out of Water

Moving reflection
a flying cormorant
on silky water.






for the "Out of Water" contest

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Pousi Mist In Greek

Sound upon sound beat
make clouds lighter to bear as
light erases mist.

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Black and White Film Photography

It was midday, just before the end of spring and sunlight had conquered everything. Despite the heat, the leafy pergola above his mother's yard enclosed them in her natural cool shade. The sea was but some kilometres away, but the very idea of its presence invested the warm breeze with a soft aura. Some essence of the first flowery fragrances still lingered in the air and flowed downwards to meet the smell of fresh grass and the intense aroma of lemon and orange blossoms in the lower garden. The white bunches of the acacia blossoms sent their penetrating perfume up to their nostrils and exploded halfway upon encountering that irresistible redolence of the lilac on the hedge. How could one find the strength to get up from the chair when held captive by spring-tide?
          So they lingered in their embrace, nested in the cobble-yard, facing the tall wide-ledge windows, as if caught in the midst of a fairy circle made up of smells, colours and the feeling of each-other's tender presence. 
           He kissed her cheeks and he felt them like soft velvet peaches, he smelled her hair and thought he had plunged into a field decked with chamomile. 
          Funny. The feeling came back as vivid as ever, every time he touched the faded little picture in the family album. So black and white. Unlike the memory of his daughter in it.

Archontoula Alexandropoulou
March 9, 2015

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Ink-Stricken

Somewhere between
vowels and consonants
you disappeared

Although I looked for you
beneath apostrophes
semicolons and quotation marks,

Really
"where are you love" I groaned 
"I'm here, expecting you" I moaned

Commas and fullstops did I leave behind
dash-bridges I hopped over
and question marks I climbed,
and through the narrow pathways
of tankas and haikus
? tumbled down to footers
page numbers and footnotes.

Out of the frontispiece pier
untied my sailboat's ropes
and pierced your pages waves,
but moored into your colophon's bay.

I yelled
"Nothing, my love, a single sign"
my words were left unsaid.

Line after line I stepped
down every word you've written
and went up even more
in case I caught you up.

I yearned for your caressing touch
while you turned your pages
but you, writing about the self I am no more
no notice did you take of me.

when you took up another book,
The tears I cried the cover burned
wetting your poems' ink
and washed me down to your new reading
to new adventures
to new endeavours.

And you, my love,
thinking of rhymes
you took my hand
to take me out
to dine, to breakfast and to lunch.

And I, my love,
followed your lead
knowing that at my every heart beat
you'd only hear your verses chime.

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The Rose

A caterpillar ran along
my bedroom floor and rested there
my kitty cat mewed it a song 
and up it sent a yearning stare

I picked it up, the crawling thing 
all green and wobbly and naive
"my thorns beware because they sting"
I said and paused fearing he'd leave.

The kitty looked up from below
and shook my stem to make him fall
but he held fast and she lay low
then shivered as she heard me call:

"Darling," I said, "don't be so grim,
my rosy perfume is for you
as much as for your brother, dream,
                                              for cats and worms I'll be a rose
prickly and motherly and true."

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Springtime Sapphic Stanza

Leaning pine trees yearn for the open coastline,
needles pointing far and away from vernal
bondage. Left with relics of restless newborn
butterfly's cloister.


for Craig Cornish's 
"Sapphic Stanza Number Three" Contest

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On

Out of the blue it dawned on me
he really meant it when he said
"all the world's a stage."
We play around our little parts
some parrot all their lines away
some get cold feet and then they run.
and there are those who madly stick
around and put their hearts to it
making their own lines as they play.

Across the Globe everyone's giving
their own special minute performance,
the world's a stage
the stage means merely
you're not the only star out there
neither the shiniest for that matter.

The stage exists there to remind you
everyone laughs, loves, cries and ponders
everyone lives and plays and wonders.
There's One who attends every performance,
Who's critic, audience and director.
Step up and well your lines deliver
and you will hear Him clap and shiver.

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In the Faraway

After that day
I hear about you
exclusively
in breaking dreams

they are like breaking news
for people
meant to be heard
only by me.
In Breaking Dreams
I hear you're living
in a stone tower
by the sea,

Alone, with nothing
lonely without us
yet in your world
lost and serene.

Cold in some cases
sad in others
the dreams support me
or get me drained.

In Breaking Dreams
you're reaching for me
After that day
you died on me.




A "romantic' (I think) poem by pyrgia
for Giorgio Veneto's contest "In the Faraway"