Welcome to my residence!

Perpetual Residence is a blog about poetry and the magical world of words.
Here you’ll find poems in Greek and English and some interesting art.
Take a few minutes and look around. Send me a message or leave me a comment.

Red Night by Michele Meister

Red Night

I woke up with the fragrant smell
of the night
on my body

I traced your warmth
on my bed
inside the lake of your absence
I whispered goodmorning
as I touched you on my lips
I found you on my skin
and wished I could command the skies
to bring the night
and make it red
again
for you

Μεσημεριανός ήλιος

‘Εφερνες απ΄τη θάλασσα
σπασμένα βότσαλα
και σκούρες πέτρες
αχιβάδες
χαλίκια με λεία, ίσια επιφάνεια
και ρίγες
που το χρώμα τους
δεν μπορούσες να μαντέψεις
και τ΄άφηνες δίπλα στο σκαλοπάτι.

Πριν μπεις στο σπίτι
άδειαζες τα χέρια σου
απ’ τους θησαυρούς της αμμουδιάς.
Σαν παιδί τα κοιτούσες το μεσημέρι
-όταν οι γύρω σου κοιμόνταν-
όταν τά’ χε πλημυρίσει ο ήλιος,
όταν τα’χε ερωτευθεί η λησμονιά,
έψαχνες πάνω τους να βρείς
τα χρώματα
που βάφουν τη θάλασσα
μενεξεδιά και τυρκουάζ και ασημί.

Στ΄απανωγύρισμα της μέρας
συναρμολογούσες τα βότσαλα
κι οι σκούρες πέτρες
αποροφούσαν την παλάμη σου
και τον παλμό σου κάρφωναν οι αχιβάδες
και σ’ έβρισκε το δειλινό
να τα κοιτάς περίεργα
και να ψηλαφίζεις τις σκέψεις σου.

Κι ήταν η τσέπη σου γεμάτη
όταν τα επέστρεφες στη θάλασσα
κι όταν το κύμα σου ζητούσε τις σκέψεις σου
εσυ δεν τις αρνιόσουν
κι όταν ο φλοίσβος θυμωμένος σου’ φερνε φύκια
εσύ τα ύφαινες
και πάνω τους έβαζες
σπασμένα βότσαλα
και σκούρες πέτρες
κι αχιβάδες
κι ατέλειωτα μενεξεδιά
ύφαινες…

 

 

Water on the sand

I saw her walking on the sand
the sun behind her
white dress
the sea was silent
the seagulls quiet
and everyone disappeared
as she walked slowly

the corners of her dress
trailing the sand
erased all footsteps
from people, birds and insects
the sand held only her

the sun was behind a cloud
when she walked in front of me
I melted in her passing
and run to hide in the sea
she didn’t see me
as she stepped on me
she didn’t see that I became the water
so she can touch me

she didn’t even see the grain of sand
I hid in the corner of her dress
just to be close to her
one more time

she didn’t see me…

6 Responses to Welcome to my residence!

  1. hope to see you join us.

    love your blog,
    talented poetry.
    🙂

  2. vequinox says:

    Beautiful poems Dina. Bravo!
    I’ll get my web master to create a link to your blog, if you don’t mind that.

  3. Alter Orbis says:

    Καταπληκτική δουλειά!!!

  4. Richard Ward WIlson says:

    I…can…smell…and…remember.

  5. Happy to have found your blog
    my best to you

    john

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