Singing For The Earth
To sing for you,
is like asking a
child to sing to his dying mother
...for his
hometown, his identity...
We humans used
you and abused you.
We, the army of
salvation.
We, the army of
destruction.
We eat you
inside out.
We, the ever
hungry for more
always thirsty
for victory.
against all odds
with fertilizers
and sprays...
chasing you away
away from the
paths of nature
they chase after
your creatures and your legends.
Your melodies
are lost in the veins of progress.
We conquered the
earth first.
then the water,
now the air.
We carved our
names in the age of stone.
But we have lost
simplicity.
And we don't
want to find our way back.
To make peace
with you.
To sing for you
To sing with you
It means we know
that eternity
survives without
us.
Eternal Reminder
With the
Perfection the sky joins the sea
the signs of
Mörike's blue ribbon in the air,
the light of
Odysseus Elytis, the peace of Pablo Neruda...
Among blossoming
peach and cherry trees wandering speechless
On the mountain
tops
with a wild wish
of youth in the mind
with a wild herb
in the hand
looking down to
the hills of nature’s passion
in breathless
excitement
on the pebble
beaches with open arms
embracing the
width of the horizon
open borders
between countries and continents
overwhelmed by
the blossoming breeze
with a poem on
the lips, memories in the eyes, marks on the soul
spring is
preserved in the hearts
through all
seasons
throughout the
years and decades
Throughout all
our life
spring remains
eternal reminder
of unstoppable hope
Digital Reality
I look into my
sustainable development
As I decay in
the lock down...
The nature and
my nature
Suppressed
And replaced
With green
technology
I have reduced
my raw material requirements
I no longer send
things or touch anything
And no one.
I live with the
promise of longevity
But with the
necessary protection
Of personal
responsibility.
I pop in to
digital presentations
And salon talks
from my living room...
I am absent at
weddings, baptisms and funerals
...Always in
compliance with legal requirements...
I do not provide
assistance,
Because the
needy kill the helpers.
I do not move
I am stuck on a
hyphen
Between immunity
and health.
On my short
commutes
for personal
exercises
I exist as an
interested customer
As a
representative number
Of political
editors
As an
uncertainty
In a digital
future...
XANTHI HONDROU-HILL
XANTHI HONDROU-HILL: Xanthi Hondrou-Hill has studied German and English
Literature, Linguistics, Journalism and Public Relations Management in Germany.
She has worked as Public Relations Manager at the Greek Consulate in Stuttgart,
as teacher for German, Greek and English and is translating poetry from and to
all three languages. She is an award-winning Greek poetess who gained
international recognition. She is writing poetry since high school and her
poems have been published in many international prestigious media and
anthologies around the world. She has won in 2022 the first prize at the
Gandhian Global Harmony Association and many awards in China, Ukraine,
Philippines and Equator. She has been nominated as one of the 30 Stars
worldwide in India. She is cultural Ambassador for OXYGEN PEN Sri Lanka,
NAMASTE magazine in India and editor for poetry columns at www.faretra.info in
Greece and HUMANITY in Russia, as well as co-editor for the international
poetry magazine in China. Selections of her poetry have been translated into
Arabic, Chinese, French, German, Greek, Italian, Portuguese, Russian, Spanish,
Slavic as well as in two Languages of India: Hindi and Bengali.
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