Tag: Daphne Alexopoulou
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Distant Cymbals
You say: my wife inhales water through her nose, I don’t know if she’s turning into a Mermaid or an Angel but I know the transformation has begun. She hoards thousands of butterflies in her pockets, bronze sand-dunes fill her chest of treasures and even though I know nothing of Jungian symbols, I notice the…
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Surfacing
Joyful green is making a comebacksomewhere, right now.In the forests that burnt down,in discarded pots and abandoned gardens,green tokens are sprouting, signs and portendsare bursting through tarmac and concrete,as surely as green covers the gravesof men who once were kings.Remember the green, in gratitude and joy.There is a song sung this very minute,somewhere, right now.…
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Unreported Miracles
Not all birds find it easy to fly.As they struggle inelegantlyto stay afloat,the wind is not playing fair—not for them.Necks strainingthey flap and flap and somehowthey keep going.Spare a thought for those of uswho find life difficult,the ungainly ones,the ones who keep striving to just be,like birds with bodies too bigfor their wings.On a perfect,…
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Fate and Toothache
I hear the voices of stories lived long ago.From the belfry next to my house,church bells sound a halting song.The priest is teaching the boys the ropes.In the end he can’t help himselfand gives an impromptu recitaljust for the heck of it.This is how it’s done, this is the sound of pure joy.I spend time…
Daphne Alexopoulou 