Bράδυ. Μικρό δωμάτιο παλιού σπιτιού με παράθυρο προς τη θάλασσα. Δεξιά στη γωνία, ένα παλιό κρεβάτι στρωμένο με ένα λευκό σεντόνι. Απέναντι, κάτω από το μεγάλο σκονισμένο καθρέπτη ένα μικρό κομοδίνο. Επάνω σ’ αυτό ένα κερί σβηστό. Σκοτάδι. Μια γυναίκα, νέα και όμορφη, με άσπρο φόρεμα, είναι ξαπλωμένη στο κρεβάτι. Ησυχία. Ξαφνικά, μια λουρίδα φεγγαρίσιου φωτός φωτίζει ελαφρά το δωμάτιο. Σε λίγο το φως μετατρέπεται σε φωνή. Λέει:

Πέμπτη, 30 Ιουνίου 2016

Into the breath

Into the air
a poem reads her look

Into the sea
a kiss writes her feeling

In the fire
a look loves her kiss

Into the memory
a fairytale travels his smile

Into the arm
a dream carries his silence

Into the smile
a starlight remembers his poem

Until the beginning of non beginning

Yannis Politopoulos

4 σχόλια:

Chun Park είπε...

Dear dear Mr. Yannis

What a delight to read your words of friendship and wisdom! Your insight into my life and dreams is very encouraging and helpful. I like to think of myself as a historian. I am an observer of events that I witness and I will speak the truth of what happened under God's omnipresent gaze. I am a messenger to the rest of people on what happened on the other side. I am a photon particle that hits your eyes and speaks only of truth and light. I hope God the historian is on my side.

Chun Park είπε...

And thank you for your advice - I will remember the first creations and the loving gaze with which my father looks at my mother.

Greetings from NJ

MARTY είπε...

something quiet and peaceful with your poem and that image !
happy weekend and happy summer too

aimarii είπε...

When I look at the picture I wish I should some day to go sailing.
Your poem is again so lovely. Especially I liked "Into the memory
a fairytale travels his smile"
Have a nice go on with the Summer