ISSN: 2455-9687
(A Quarterly International Peer-reviewed Refereed e-Journal
Devoted to English Language and Literature)
Dimitris P. Kraniotis (1966), who lives and works as a physician in Larissa, Greece, has been invited and participated in several International Poetry Festivals around the World. He is the author of 7 poetry books: "Traces" (1985), "Clay Faces" (1992), "Fictitious Line" (2005, "Dunes" (2007), "Endogram" (2010), "Edda" (2010) and "Illusions"(2010) and the Editor-in-Chief of the international anthology in English "World Poetry 2011" (205 poets from 65 countries). Also he is one of the 76 co-authors from 26 countries of the Global Harmony Association’s book “The ABC of Harmony” (candidate for the Nobel Peace Prize 2013). He has won international awards for his poetry which has been translated in 25 languages and published in many countries around the World. He can be contacted at dimitriskraniotis@gmail.com.
1. Fictitious Line
Smokes
of cigarettes
and mugs
full of coffee,
next
to the fictitious line
where the eddy
of words
leans against
and nods,
wounded,
to my silence.
2. Sinful Corners
“St. Nicon Repent-Υe”
on the calendar
of a cloudy morning,
with the rain to persist,
determined to wash away
the Erinyes of guilts,
victories and defeats
in sinful corners
of pavements and rooms,
of minor moments
and of similar, too.
3. Illusions
Noiseless wrinkles
on our forehead
the frontiers of history,
shed oblique glances
at Homer’s verses.
Illusions
full of guilt
redeem
wounded whispers
that became echoes
in lighted caves
of the fools and the innocent.
4. Stolen Receivers
Engraved rocks
with pictures
of intense feelings,
naked wood-frames
with paintings
of faceless garments,
delusions in succession
of inactive volcanoes,
fields under extinction
of childhood
furious wounds
in set-up trials
and we, command-givers,
stolen ideas receivers.
5. Ashes
The fireplace
was eager
to put a fullstop,
in the sentence
where the road
of my dreams
stuck
upon the word of happiness
with sparkles
of wet logs
I collected
from the inside of me
that I dared
to turn to ashes.