MY LIFE
VULNERABLE CONSCIOUSNESS
As the moments
are gone
and the time is playing blindflies
with the empty moments of the eternity
the consciousness is speechless
looking for a truth,
an answer to the endless questions…
(Collection of poems , Dreams of Oasis (Amphictyon of Hellenism, Department of Literature, Thessaloniki, 2014 . The collection was also published in Italy under the title Oasi dei Sogni, Il mondo dello scrittore, 2017)
MENTAL CONTACT
One paper, two notes
two words
they are enough …
The estrus shy kid in the corner.
Innocence is lost as the time contract expands.
The rain refreshes the grass
and the pure childlike soul thirsts for learning.
I FEEl YOU
You sneak through the glittering windows.
You swirl on classic wooden structures.
I’ve imagined you on lonely evenings,
on solitary walks,
with unanswered rhetorical questions.
The rinsing of the rain will resurrect the delusional heartbeats
and the soul will be lifted by the weight of the inner flood.
HERESY
Dew drops are our hopes.
The time is running out suffering in the present.
The sighs dry in the sun of justice.
Empty wagons the thoughts.
Heretical the reflections.
And this impatience disturb the line of reasoning.
The odes sound.
The time has come!
TRAVELERS
This light in the crevice …
affirms courage
Demand curve looking for a way out.
The grilles are smuggled in
Like the night trains with the curious travellers.
The weight of silence spreads.
Redeemer and detector
into the illusion of an attractive
world
that fascinates you.
You surrender
You are proclaimed a sovereign revolutionary!
SOFIA SKLEIDA
WRITER,
ATHENS,GREECE
