Figures are dancing in the enigmatic darkness.
Words·blushing notes,
rest in the music stave of loneliness.
Feelings keep quite· shy kids
...
My quill is a snob fly·
drowning in sour milk of responsibility.
Drinks the purple blood of Sun.
Wanders in chambers,
...
Lydia Lavda Drums Poetry was born 1979.She publised her first poetry collection 'Empty Stage' at the age of 14.In 1997 she publised her next book 'Figure of consciousness' and in 2001 her third poetry collection 'Medical press of the world'.She is musician-drummer(studies at Filippos Nakas Conservatory) She is also member of Panhellenic Union of writers (P.E.L) and Editor of the cultural magazine 'BULLETPROOF'.She is head of public relations in ART-ACT gallery.)
Tired Music Stands...
My logic is a screw·
swirls in -an out of time- piano.
Even the music stands tired
to lift the weight of music.
Humped
as an indication of musical lead.
Notes punish with their silence.
Walls sign for silents announcements.
Time forgot it's name
and borrowed eponymic anonymity...
(From the poetry collection 'Medical Press of the World'-Bulletproof Publications)