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Poetry: Vasiliki Petroudi

Vasiliki Petroudi
                                  In the dawn of darkness

In the dawn of darkness
found a river gloomy
soothing was its harshness
comfort its dusk to me

In the dawn of darkness
I found a door locked
an entrance to the madness
no one never knocked

In the dawn of darkness
found crows on the hill
their feathers starkness
written all the fears I feel 
***


                                   Only light

All my nights have a bittersweet aftertaste
From a deep bowl I spoon the darkness
I swallow as much as I can
The digestion process so painful
How many shadows can I possibly absorb?
But I need to eat more and more and more
I must consume all the nights
leave no room for shades
Light light only light
***


                                    The journey

Sirocco leaves his burning breath on my skin
I mix my expectations with the pebbles of the shore
One more summer looking at the open sea
waiting for that ship that will take me away
I never wanted to get stacked on Ithaca
it was the journey I was yearning for
Sirens charmed me "Settle down" they were chanting
but now I know well, every anchorage is a grave
and freedom is hardest tyranny of all
To stay or not to stay…
This is the question
***

Athens (Greece)

Poetry: Vasiliki Petroudi

Vasiliki Petroudi
Power of Words

How can you handle void
if you blabber?
You need to hark and be silent
to grasp the Sublime of Nothingness
Vacuum is not soundless
Is overfilled with echoes of
nowts and naughts
But still…
These aughts are enormous
The slightest move
and they collapse
will fall on you and crash you
That's why you need to
stay still and quiet
And when the time is right
drill vacuity with your
brightest thoughts
***

Athens (Greece)

Poetry: Vasiliki Petroudi

Vasiliki Petroudi
Freedom

She marches barefoot on thorns
Blushing of vitue paints her pail cheeks
White doves hold her worn out dress
made by the sighs of those who long for her
She has been abused
She has been violently uprooted
She has been sacrificed
on the altar of fake gods and idols
But she is and she will remain
An immortal, eternal blaze
Inaccessible
Hard to conquer
but more precious
even than
Life itself
***

Bio: My name is Vasiliki Petroudi and i live in Athens Greece. I work as a yoga instructor and English language teacher. I write novels and poetry. Some of my poems appear on Spill words and in Gabriela Marie Milton's latest anthology "Wounds i healed"