Love, this powerful feeling will never be eradicated.

Now, wait! Shocked, surprised, and amazed, are those within the world.

But why be?
We have seen thugs, crooks, thieves operate with violence before.

Bit wait!
We all seen this same pigmentation group back down from a challenge too.
That old saying of truth "mama" didn't raise no fools.

When the black militias in Georgia came to town?
We saw what group hiding?

Love is a wonderful joy to forever explore.

The privileged squad only acts out because they were very aware THEIR VERY OWN intimidated to halt them.

Love is the basis of living.
So is forgiving.

Exact, why?

I see you there
between the trees
a glowing orb
in view

in silver green
entrancing me
with disappearing blue

effulgent sheen
you are the key
illuminating hue

you duck behind the spruce
an peak out from your spot
the day is waving by

a game of duck duck goose
it's cooler an less hot
amazing is the sky,

I see you have some countries
up there
lovely Mr.Moon
I'd like to come an visit you
I'd like to come real soon

but sigh
I'm just dreaming
of places off afar
the places I can't be tonight
by boat or air or car

but I still dream of seeing you one day.

Ma Cherie © 2017

HESIONE*

Shut in her room with the scent of roses
pounded with wet stones
picked one by one from the riverbank and shining still,
Hesione struggled to remove the clasps
which she placed on a piece of cloth weaved by her grandma.

Days later she lay in bed wrapped in a sacred vestment.
Secret hopes torpedoed her body
and for a moment removed the clasps from the groin.
All worthless.

People were buried nearby.
The freshly-dug graves smelled of tamarisks.
She and the Thoans scanned the sea.
Nothing reminded one of who she was and why she mourned.
She forgot all about Hercules, thurifications and joys never to be.
Now all worthless.  


POEM  FORM THE COLLECTION SALUADER
BY  MARIA PANOUTSOU  TRANSLATED IN ENGLISH BY GIANNIS GOUMAS