The Arctic fox

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The Arctic fox

#SaveTheArctic

 

Lit by the first light of dawn,

and the little Arctic fox looked

 

like ghost in that pink early morning.

 

An apparition that hopped back

from the brink of extinction!

 

And as the blue light of dark

crept in and the full moon

 

rose, the Arctic fox disappeared

into the darkness of that brilliant

white snow!

 

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An emotional vault

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She wandered on the labyrinthine

streets of her mind,

keeping as always a stiff upper lip

attitude the whole time!

 

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Vociferous

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Vociferous

Secret or open wars

at the stroke of a pen!

High cheek-bones laugh

like the masks of the ancients,

on one side!

 

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Chaos – Χάος

Chaos – Χάος

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Here comes Chaos from

the land of Greece



from whom Erebus 

and Nyx were born. 

 

And darkness settled in at

the kingdom of the underworld.

 

A mythical land of eternal 

nothingness where shadowy figures

 

remained untouched by Helios. 

And a veil of black mist was hiding

 

that Elysian, celestial blue. 

 

Chaos was surrounding the Earth 

with such genteelness. It even 

 

embraced her with an invisible cloak. 

And set upon her a mysterious fog 

 

as to protect her from Daimones 

and mortals. 

 

Then the Mother of land animals, 

and the Mother of the Sea world 

 

gathered in order to redefine Chaos.

They called it: Τhe Mother of Aves!

 

And since then, the space between Heaven 

and Earth was filled by Chaos's new 

 

offsprings: The birds!

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Little sparrow

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Little sparrow

Poor, fragile, little sparrow,

behind a window shyly stared,

and was hit by a love arrow.

 

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Wildlife

Wildlife

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An old ghost orchid bloomed

for just one last time.

 

Wild ducks swam through reeds

and around the lake.

 

A red dragonfly was watching them

from above!

 

A pair of beavers mated for life,

and a female blackbird caught with

a wild rowan berry in her mouth!

 

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Peace

Calling all Poets for Peace

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“Peace”

 

What can one write about peace?

 

There is a piece in me that wants to

write about peace, but, I don’t know how.

 

Maybe ‘cease’ it is all about peace.

But maybe, again, I am wrong.

 

Shall we ever rest in peace?

And what about the police?

 

There is indeed crime, and rates increase!

And how shall I explain that to my niece?

 

What is peace?

 

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“Nesoi Brettaniai”

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The Friends of the Earth betrayed

by shadow ministers and

older generations!

The Pretanic islands are now seen as

an uncharted territory!

 

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A single raindrop.

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A single raindrop.

 

Her heart has been encapsulated

by him, of course, inside a single

raindrop!

And when that happened, he had been

standing against a dark backdrop of a

very sad, grey sky, and suddenly a lighting

flash hit him!

 

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A sexual tension

A sexual tension.

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There was undoubtedly something between them.

He had seen it in her, but, he has been indecisive,

worried about taking any steps, even though 

he strongly felt it in himself.

 

He was afraid, however, to come to terms

with himself, and so he walked away from her

feeling guilty of what he had had in his mind.

 

And as he was unbuttoning his black shirt

he took a white, wordless, and violent blanket

to cover his own naked body.

 

He was an intensely sexual man, and she

wanted him more than anything.

There were opportunities, he knew that, but, he had never

taken one!

 

He only slept, and had her in his dreams, nothing else…

Nothing! 

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