The Dead
Don’t scream
The dead will
hear you
And they’ll wake
up
From their
macabre sleep
And it’s unfair
To return
in a world
defeated
From the vanity
of immortality.
I Let Myself
I let myself to
birds
I let myself to
wind
I let myself to
earth
I let myself in
universe
From anywhere I
came
there I'll go
Naked, I came
pure
Dressed with
sins I go away.
The Black Boat
The night before
-what a night! -
I dreamed
that I visited a
planet
called New
Earth.
There are no
people,
only dead
around,
unmoving,
sown like
amaranth.
No one was
buried.
Somewhere beyond
beside the sand
dunes
a newborn, red
with its blood
blind since
birth,
wrapped around
its umbilical cord
which connected
it to Earth,
-inside a black
boat
anchored at the
edge of the black sea-
sang the hymn of
life.
Then he died
instantly.
ELENI IOANNOU
ELENI IOANNOU is from Kavala, Greece.___Writes poetry, is involved in painting and photography.___She has attended theater, creative writing, architectural design, painting, photography, singing and piano classes. She participates in seminars when she gets the chance because she likes to refresh her knowledge.___She has studied Fashion Design, Interior Design and Makeup Artist in schools in Athens. During her studies, she has taken part in group painting exhibitions and fashion shows.___She has participated in photography galleries of Fotografos magazine, in group photography exhibitions, in painting exhibitions such as "Artistic May 2016", Cheap Art, REMbrand name at Gallery Lola Nikolaou, etc.___Her poems have been awarded in Greece and abroad and are available in electronic and printed form, in ebooks and poetry anthologies. Her photographs and paintings have also been recognized and awarded.___She is in constant action and feels lucky because she is doing what she loves and expresses herself. After all, life is too short to be sad...
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