POETIC POSTSCRIPT
Poems can’t be
beautiful
when truth has turned ugly.
Experience now
is the only body of the poems
and as experience is enriched
the poem finds nourishment
and it might become strong.
My knees hurt and I can’t
kneel before poetry anymore
I can only gift it with
my experienced wounds.
The adjectives wilted
I can only use my imagination
to embellish poetry.
Yet I shall always serve it
as long as it too wishes
as only poetry makes me forget
the enclosed horizon of my future.
Manolis Aligizakis 