Traces Of Kindness
The strongest
poems
are the ones not
spoken in words.
I had nothing —
and yet, I gave.
A glance,
a silence that
wrapped the other
like shelter.
A word,
like when we say
“come,”
without a
question mark —
with light.
The trees know
it:
kindness
makes no sound.
It blooms.
It holds no
banners,
doesn’t shout;
it opens its
palm
and leaves a
piece of bread
on the
windowsill of the day.
An old man with
eyes that drip,
a mother who
saves with her singing,
a child who
doesn’t ask “why” —
these are the
poets.
My inside is
shouting,
without a cry.
Come, take an
embrace —
like refuge.
My gaze flies
far,
to where
children ache
and hunger.
“Poets do
nothing,”
someone will
say.
But tears came
to my eyes —
and maybe they
are my truth:
a voice
that I don't
know
if anyone will
hear...
What is saved,
is saved
silently.
Sensitivity
In the spiritual
desert,
who will
recognize sensitivity,
melancholic
creation?
With anchors
dragging at her feet,
lost among the
yellowed
leaves of
passing years,
seeking a
vulnerable path to cross —
she steps on
thorns.
Simply, like in
a seashell,
gently rustles
the wave
carried
by the breeze
of sensitivity.
(Eλλη Λαγιου)
ELLI LAGIOU
ELLI LAGIOU is a poet who writes with
sensitivity and inner strength. She has published two poetry collections:
Breath of the Soul and Shades of Emotions. Her bilingual poetry book The
Silence of Invisible Endurance is currently in press. She lives and works in
Patras, Greece.

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