THE UNDEFINED POEM

              I ask you ask they ask
            We ask the same questions
       And we demand the same answers
     But how can we demand for answers
                        From whom
               We are dust in the wind
             And shadows in the desert
       And words in an undefined poem
      We don’t understand his language
         We don’t understand his rhyme
         We don’t understand his rhythm
           But we suppose must sing it
               We must scream with it
       We must scream for life and light
                   And for light in life
   Its difficult for a common people like  
       everyone of us
   to elevate in the sky with this poem
but its difficult also to elevate in the sky
           without this poem
                     The eternal flame
                     The eternal fog
                  The eternal everything
                  The eternal nothing
         “I am not sure about what I say
          But I speak that’s for sure”
  These are words of this undefined poem
      The poem speak I speak you speak    
                  everybody speaks
  the poetry of ignorance or the ignorance  
        of poetry
         No rules just delays and various
           Meanings
    The poem is undefined and infinite
                  The problem is
  That all of us as words of this poem
                  We are not infinites
       So the poem goes on without us…

             CHRISTOS HARATSARIS
                             POET
                    ATHENS-GREECE