"kioroglou" poems
Bethlehem,
so remarkably unimpressive
and yet so holy.
I long to visit you
Small and humble
but great and glorious.
Hic de Virgine Maria Jesus Christus natus est
an inscription reads
as I get to a grotto.
A fourteen-point silver star
embedded into the marble
is now indelibly embedded into my memory
scorching its way into my heart
burning the moment into my brain.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
I have no regrets!
I have learnt from my mistakes
We live with the scars we choose
© Sofia Kioroglou
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC
What a weighty name
I must live up to!
A martyr and a saint
a widow and a mother
back in Roman Times
just as dystopian as our era
when Faith, Hope and Love
are tortured and burned over an iron grating,
then thrown into a red-hot oven,
finally into a cauldron with boiling tar
before bending their necks beneath the sword.
A grievous torture indeed to watch
the suffering of your daughters.
How could anyone
so little and small
like me be worthy of that martyr’s crown?
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 6:12 PM UTC
As blind as a bat
I don't know where I am going.
Such stygian and gloomy darkness
I pray to see dissolved.
Two heavenly hands the torch
of eternal light will suddenly snap on.
The Alpha and the Omega
In the pool of Siloam, the mud out of my eyes
I am bidden to now wash
I was blind, but now I see
The Way, the Truth and the Light
I was lost, but now I am found.
I have found Eternal life.
I have found my Savior.
© Sofia Kioroglou
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 10:35 AM UTC
Christmas on Hydra.
Fingers interlocked
squeezing tightly
I and you
looking at
the shimmering sea
kissing each other as
passersby are surreptitiously
stealing a look at our eternal bliss
swathed in mufflers
with breaths misting up
the crisp winter air.
I and you
melting
into each other forever
during this holiday season.
The poem is published by Silver Birch Press. To view it visit :https://silverbirchpress.wordpress.com/2015/12/08/christmas-on-hydra-poem-by-sofia-kioroglou-me-during-the-holidays-poetry-and-prose-series/
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 5:49 AM UTC
Jerusalem
The city of Gold
Jerusalem
Where Jesus walked
O’ Holy city,
Holiest of all
The land where Lord
on the Mount of Olives
would stand to talk.
You appear so beautiful,
with beauty so singular
no master wordsmith
could capture in verbal form,
no painter could accurately paint
on canvas with oil colors so vivid
and glorious as its past.
© Sofia Kioroglou
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC
I am walking ahead and ahead
and still in the same place.
I am treading water
walking through a morass.
I think I am making progress
but I am stuck when I keep walking.
© Sofia Kioroglou
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 3:13 AM UTC
Je Ne regrette rien
Je l'ai appris de mes erreurs
Nous Vivons avec les cicatrices
que nous choisissons.
© Sofia Kioroglou
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 7:56 AM UTC