At times, old insecurities come to the fore, hand in hand with wistful memories of past lovers, loss, death and grief. At other times, I have bitter quarrels with God late into the night about sin, redemption and child-death; and when solace will not come, in despair, I run for shelter to life's true confessional—poetry.
Tuesday, 24 March 2015
A love story - a poem by Chris Zachariou
Our situation was
absurd.
Improbable.
Impossible even
the voice of reason
screamed.
But we knew this from
the start.
So we banished the
voice.
We were so happy.
Our minds and souls
joined in perfect
harmony.
Saturday, 14 March 2015
Thursday, 12 March 2015
My welcome guests - a poem by Chris Zachariou
Melancholy Embrace |
An avalanche of memories—
songs, white lilies, yellow roses;
my friends and welcome guests.
They knock on my door
we sit around the table
we smoke, drink wine
and talk about you.
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