Friday, December 29, 2017

Arrayed Amidst The Ruins


Every day standing is a lone 
Miracle in itself, naked lingering 

Vestige of a singular 
Life spent in the passing 

Panoplied columns 
Of so many vain- 

Gloriously fallen. 

2 comments:

  1. As one who hobbles from the bed every morning and takes two or three minutes to rise by my full height (such as it is), your opening lines touch a nerve ... so to speak.

    Wishing you health and happiness in the new year, Vassilis!

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  2. YOU may hobble but your poems certainly don't--may 2018 be full of health, happiness and lots of moving poems!

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