Friday, December 29, 2017

Arrayed Amidst The Ruins

Every day standing is a lone 
Miracle in itself, naked lingering 

Vestige of a singular 
Life spent in the passing 

Panoplied columns 
Of so many vain- 

Gloriously fallen. 


  1. As one who hobbles from the bed every morning and takes two or three minutes to rise by my full height (such as it is), your opening lines touch a nerve ... so to speak.

    Wishing you health and happiness in the new year, Vassilis!

  2. YOU may hobble but your poems certainly don't--may 2018 be full of health, happiness and lots of moving poems!


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