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Natassa Bertzeletos Poem
Oh Father…
Weren’t you the one who should have
taught us to stand up tall?
Head up high?
To walk with a cat’s pride?
Weren’t you the one who should have
stood beside us like a rock?
To take away our tears and fears?
Whispering in our ear,
‘you are safe forever more’?
Oh father…
can’t you see the sorrow in our eyes?
One day of life equals one day of death
we search for a clone father of professional help
who gives us pills of miracle, might and life.
What are you?
Are you the male image of Midea?
Giving us clothes of poisoned wealth
and sharp knives slashing us to death.
What are you?
Are you the witchcraft of Shakespeare’s Macbeth?
The bloody daggers and chopped off heads.
Hey!
Father
Tell me…
What really are you?
Copyright © Natassa Bertzeletos | Year Posted 2016
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Natassa Bertzeletos Poem
Shovel
I am dressed in black
wearing a black veil
and black long gloves
There’s a ditch beside me
I roll you with one of my feet
It’s hard,
You refuse to roll over
You get stuck, unwilling to roll over
making me sweat,
torturing me some more,
abusing me some more
Not wanting to love me anymore
some more, never more?
I manage to roll you on your back
Your crystal eyes as cold as ice
look into mine
and say no more
In the end,
You give in and roll into the ditch
A foul smell rises into the air
Taking the shovel, it cuts my hands with its rust
the blood drips down onto your face
Still………..a frozen expression
a blank expression
a no expression
With difficulty, I put the shovel deep into the dirt
raising it into the air, I throw as much as possible
onto the dead corpse
Its legs, arms begin to disappear first
and then your crystal eyes that are sharp as knives
I take a white cross and push it down hard
on the head of the grave
I howl like a dog
I wail as the tears run down my cheeks
as I put one of my bloody hands into the other
I am a widow
Pale complexion
Why do I live while you are dead?
Why do I suffer alone?
Why am I not in that ditch with you?
Beside you? With you? Beside you
Copyright © Natassa Bertzeletos | Year Posted 2016
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A broken mirror
bits and pieces
scattered everywhere
An obstacle that
cannot be passed
A reflection of
a deformed smile
deformed eyes
a monster out of nowhere
harshness-why, could and should
An enemy
An unbroken mirror
bits and pieces
a puzzle glued together
An obstacle that
can be passed
A reflection of
a placid smile
a light in the eyes
A Madame Bovary
of the past
Who is she?
What does she want?
Forgiveness in the heart
A new friend to be
Copyright © Natassa Bertzeletos | Year Posted 2018
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