ROULA POLLARD

ROULA POLLARD

WHAT A CHANGE OF LIGHT

You, my goodness tree

your branches of happiness, shelter of life

I visit you every day with a new heart

in the desert. Which desert, there is no desert.

Is there no desert? Desert has many names

faces, eyes, hard soil, silent appearances, policies

governments, self-interests, war atrocities, full stop.

How often the human mind reveals truth to humankind?

I sit by your heart, my desert tree of truth. How much

do I love you?  We eat some sand, sing desert songs

drink our last drops of water, we unfold togetherness

discover endless lessons of life inside our cells

awake before dawn in a dazzling light on blue-pink horizon

we remind each other valuable words like forgotten

flowers: compassion, forgiveness, mind full of light

 till one by one your roots I transplant

in my heart

Recently your tears turned into paper

to write verses soothing our heart

humankind’s heart.

In winter days, on our togetherness branches

I see stars, illuminating humankind’s heart

then I look at closed routes, roads, hearts

in Europe and what do I see?

Millions of refugees searching

for a tree of goodness, maybe people

governments, you, God

© Roula Pollard

WHEN THE WIND BLOWS

UPSIDE DOWN

Then, I permit its entrance into my lungs

when the wind blows upside down

at least it blows well

fresh wind with camellia petals, seaweeds

and distant, or present memories mixing

sand, feelings, fantasies with the sea.

Sea froth flies like time, time flows

like huge smiles, small smiles

smiles, smile to themselves.

Let’s evaluate everything

even if all sounds strange

if blown by the wind

blown away wars.

Nuclear weapons, nuclear power stations

all banknotes, the world banks gone

small and medium bank branches

closing down, different currencies

disappear. Gold, precious metals, diamonds

mined from the deep oceans of greed, rare

like pink rain

reduce life to its absence due to unequal opportunities.

The world is complex, life should be simpler

simpler than a computer, an iPhone,

the stock exchange, an adored CV.

The world, its trillion breaths

are valued, valued again

back to the basics

for survival

© Roula Pollard

THE SEA DOES NOT WANT TO DROWN

To drown where? Can the sea drown herself

into herself, does she have sorrow, wounds, pains

intensive raw passions? Has her lover deserted her?

I am with her, she is always in my heart

her arteries

I hear her voice, she hears mine, when every morning

when, she enters into the bedroom like a man

when bereft of a lover, she sits next to me.

Do I hear her clearly? Still sleeping

I hear clearly her heart.

The bedroom keeps its secrets when

the sea weeps. She kneels, then

wipes her tears, her lost voice

she finds, her body, her will.

Who remembers the previous night?

All is like a dream of unbelievable reality

is reality vague in a dream?

All may be reality.

All may be a dream.

 The ice

on the poles melts, do our brains sleep?

©

ROULA POLLARD

ROULA POLLARD, Greek poet, writer, playwright, translator, literary promoter, broadcaster and environmentalist has had published three Poetry collections in Greek, and “Century of Love” in English, translated into Telugu by the Indian poet, writer and translator Dr Lanka Siva Rama Prasad. She has promoted 150 poets, writers and artists and is included in more than twenty five International Poetry anthologies. Roula studied History and Archaeology at Athens University and obtained an M.A. in Classics, at Leeds University, lived in England for 25 years and participated in international festivals. She runs the group  “Sharing Friends of the Arts Hollywood International” founded by the Senior Senator Pasqual Bettio (ret),  is in the Board of Directors of  Atunis-Galaktika international Poetry Magazine, and has received international Poetry awards. She wonders what the value of Poetry awards is and believes that ”Writing Poems or awareness is better than any award.” She also believes “Peace is achievable, if we all try.”