Metamorphosis
Metamorphosis, a
tale so strange and true
Of a man
transformed, what he must endure
From human form,
to insect he's changed
His world now
upside down, rearranged
The weight of
his body, his family's disdain
His voice unheard,
in their eyes he's vain
No longer a son,
a husband, a brother
Just a bug,
unwanted, by all others
Yet in his mind,
he's still the same
Though his
body's changed, his soul remains
Lost in a world,
he doesn't understand
Caught in a
metamorphosis, beyond his command
The walls close
in, his freedom confined
His once-happy
life, now forever declined
He yearns for
release, to be set free
But the world he
knew, no longer sees him as he
The tale of
Gregor Samsa, haunts us still
A story of
change, of loss, of free will
It challenges
our views, of what it means to be
And the true
nature, of humanity.
Prehistoric Footprint
A footprint in
the sand, a simple trace,
Yet holds within
its lines, a tale untold,
Of creatures
once so strange and wondrous grace,
That roamed this
earth, so ancient, so bold.
The prehistoric
footprint of man,
A record of a
time so long ago,
When giants
walked, and beasts roamed the land,
And life was
wild, and nature ruled the show.
This single
step, a link to our past,
A window to a
world so different now,
Of hunters,
gatherers, and creatures vast,
That lived and
died, before recorded how.
Yet in this
print, a message still remains,
Of our ancestry,
our roots, and where we stand,
A reminder of
the journey that sustains,
And the
connection to this ancient land.
Cherish this
footprint in the sand,
And all it tells
us of our story grand,
And hold it
close, as a symbol so grand,
Of our journey
through time, hand in hand.
Μythodea
In ancient
times, when gods still roamed,
And tales of
heroes filled the land,
The Muses sang,
a rhythmic drone,
Of battles won,
and loves so grand.
The mythodea, a
symphony,
Of melodies and
stories told,
Of courage,
strength, and destiny,
Of heroes bold,
and legends old.
With lyres in
hand, and voices strong,
The Muses spun
their tales divine,
Of daring deeds,
and epic wrongs,
Of battles
fought, and loves that shine.
Their music
echoed through the ages,
A timeless
sound, so rich and true,
A celebration of
life's stages,
Of all that's
great, and all that's new.
Listen to the
Μythodea,
And bask in its
melodic glow,
And feel the
wonder, and the majesty,
Of the tales,
the Muses' hearts still know.
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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