The kiss of Poetry

As clear childhood dream
the day is lost.

In golden seas
the night sang

When the spring morning came
the poem was born.

A magical hug
moistens it's coming

Until is getting sweet middleday
in it's illuminus sound perfection

And only
a firefly remains
which is kissing sweettly it's words

And so is traveling in measureless
the poetry
having infinite children

Until poetry kisses silence
giving to it another life
closer to spring blue

Yannis Politopoulos

4 σχόλια:

  1. Very nice poem Yannis!!

    you have the soul of love in you

    Wish you and family a great Easter!

    hugs

    Anita

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  2. Beautiful, Yannis - a poem can indeed be a hug. Have a great week ahead!

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  3. The poem is therapeutic to my eyes, it is wonderful Yannis.

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  4. You are an extremely intelligent person Mr. Yannis!

    Long time no see!

    Greetings from New Jersey
    Chun

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