The Hand
Just remember
the hand
that like a dry
leaf caressed your hair
passing through
Symplegades.
The hand
where he kept
you as a precious talisman
in the handful
and grabbed you
like the wind
to set up a
dance together on a celebrative Sunday.
The hand
that it stopped
the rain at your doorstep
turned on a light in the tunnel of your life
and together it
travelled with you
hoping to cut
the thread together.
It' s the hand
that left its
soul
and like an open
shell was left on the sandy beach
lying on its
back looking at the sky
seeking you
always.
People ' S Dream
Sand, hour
sandglass of my dreams
time thief
my executioner.
Sand, my magic
mirror
sesame open
so I can become
sand.
Advent
It' s not the wind
that hits the
ships in the pier.
It' s not the
rain
that dives into
the thirsty land.
It is not the
world ' s cry
in marches
without meaning.
Your eyes are
over there among
the crowd
marching against
my solitude.
It’s love
which
majestically builds
the empire of my
dreams.
APOSTOLIA TSIAKOVI
APOSTOLIA TSIAKOVI was born in Greece
where she spent her youth by the sea of the Argonauts, the historic city of
Volos. She has been awarded many times in international and Pan-Hellenic
competitions both for her poems and for her prose works. Greek critics
characterized her as a love poet. She is a member of the International Union of
Greek Writers and Representative of the Intellectual Agency of South Africa in
Greece. Her works are in several anthologies translated into French, English
and Bulgarian. She has an equally brilliant career in the field of sports both
as a federal coach and as an international judge and member of LEN (European
Swimming League) and FINA. She has been awarded for her contribution to Sports
and culture by the Greek state. Passionate about photography, music, painting,
theater, she never stops learning, finally studying sommelier. In recent years
she has been living in Corfu where she works as a physical education teacher in
Secondary Education.
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