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Christos Rigakos Apr 2012
he lays upon a hammock in the garden,
to watch the sun slow travel 'cross the sky,
weighed down by love long gone, profanely ardent,
apollo's fiery chariot drags his eye,

and when the sun god's sunk into the bay,
the glow of hope for her return now cooled,
his eyes then close upon the fruitless day,
his prayers to apollo overruled,

in dreams, there hades beckons him to come,
a room has been prepared that he may stay,
enjoy a painless state existing numb,
where no more he will rue the light of day,

yet he, who can not live without her breath,
likewise can not depart from her in death

(C)2012, Christos Rigakos
English (Shakespearean) Sonnet
Christos Rigakos Apr 2012
her words
i'll remember
"i'll love you forever
and never will i stop loving
never"

"never
will i ever
want you again ever
even though i said forever--
never"

her breath
evaporates
her words are breath to me
not to grasp but inhale and dream
of them

her words
exist no more
not carved in stone nor steel
not bound by worth or earth, but by
my thoughts

(C)2002, Christos Rigakos
Cinquain Sequence
Christos Rigakos Apr 2012
i am
disconnected
among the living, dead
i move about unseen, unheard
unknown

the world
rejects my face
it hides its eyes from mine
it wears the face it shows the dead
unseen

i walk
deserted streets
where midnight moon alone
illumines roads for creeping things
unseen

(C)2002, Christos Rigakos
Cinquain Sequence
Christos Rigakos Apr 2012
arise!
dearest lover
from my lonely longing
words of wishful rememberance
arise!

arise!
i command you
with desperate words aflame
like coals smoldering within me
arise!

arise!
or be consumed
i will and burn ablaze
for heat as this cannot be held
arise!

arise!
my screams whisper
my moans twist up in smoke
in memory alone you smile
risen.

(C)2002, Christos Rigakos
Cinquain Sequence
Christos Rigakos Apr 2012
Silence,
but tap-tapping
raindrops on window-sill.
Night sky's rumbling thunder in the
distance.


(C)2002, Christos Rigakos
Cinquain
Christos Rigakos Apr 2012
Seashells
line my bare shelves,
barely--line my bare walls,
collecting emptiness to fill
my house.

(C)2002, Christos Rigakos
Cinquain
Christos Rigakos Apr 2012
Full moon--
lone traveler
in a boat of white cloud,
drifts across the silent dark
night sky.

(C)2002, Christos Rigakos
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