Poem by Kiki Dimoula
SOME NIGHTS
Now that my old visions
have vanished far away into the seas
and their shape can’t reach me
and their memory has left me
I haven’t ever wished
to return to such thoughts
yet during
some endless nights
and almost tirelessly
my old visions
from the far away seas
I recall
Poem from the book EL GRECO
Red Carpet
Like a red carpet I lay my heart
before all the ethereal fleshless
images which you have graced
with life.
in front of your fiery passion
for greatness, charisma which
transcends the ephemeral,
the only means you need.
Great grandfather were men
the same in your days?
How did your Cretan glance
embrace them?
How did the Cretan sun
which you carried in your heart
shine on them?
Your ever enduring masterpieces
your endless inspiration but a
witness to your splendorous vision,
to your celestial fervor.
A witness to your
relentless effort to unfold,
one by one, man’s
heart like the petals of a rose.
A witness to your
undying yearning to transcend
one by one the layers
of a man’s caged substance.
Step by step on the ladder upwards.
Less flesh forward:
spirit only.
Manolis 