dimitrios galanis

Gold Star - 29,606 Points (19.8.1945 / Patero Epirus Hellada [ Greece])

Bruised, Crushed Memories - Poem by dimitrios galanis

With bruised, crushed memories
you cluttered the dusk's clouds up
and they painted in scarlet the ridges around,
those you gazed long ago in your life's path.
Missed the green and yellow,
lost the balance of colours,
traumatic you feel the lack.
Had you early made clear the bill
what was it to be blamed for the bad break,
not to have enjoyed the fascination
you reckoned to,
the sightseeing standing on the peaks,
it would not be today rusty the scarlet
to let the innosent horizon bleed.

Oo! Not wise to regret for that
or any other 'that',
because you do not really know
what would be today's colours of the dusk,
had you succeeded in stepping over all these summits up?

Topic(s) of this poem: memories, old age , old memory, regret, repentance

Form: Carpe Diems


Poet's Notes about The Poem

My rendering into english[16.1.2016] of a poem of mine written in greek ''Αβρόχοις ποσί''[5.Oct.2015]

Comments about Bruised, Crushed Memories by dimitrios galanis

  • (1/17/2016 1:29:00 AM)


    Another great poem! What if these memories were different? What if they were better? What if they were worse? (Report) Reply

    Dimitrios Galanis Dimitrios Galanis (1/17/2016 2:30:00 AM)

    The colours would not be the same, or at least we would think that they are of other quality than the one we now think they are.You see, my dear, objectivity is a mater of subjectivity.Thank you so much.

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  • Kelly Kurt (1/16/2016 2:21:00 PM)


    Yes, 'what ifs' are insidious. (Report) Reply

    Dimitrios Galanis Dimitrios Galanis (1/16/2016 3:00:00 PM)

    Oh, dear Kelly.I'm posing here, you caught it, the great philosophical problem of objectivity.A matter not to be discussed in an exchange of two short comments.Do not we dicipher the outside or even our inner world accorfing thoughts and feelings we formed during our life in the society we happened to live in the schools, in the environment, through the education we had....Are not they all insidious? As far as it does not concirn scientific matters, where everything has to be proved by the technical repetition, we can not be sure.So standing in front of a scarlet dusk you can have hundrends of stances according your experiences from the past......Thank you so much.[Take into notice That I have read every great work written on philosophy the last 2.500 years.]Thanks again.A joy to read your notes on the poems you comment.I told you, sometimes I do look up them here and therre.Keep well.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 16, 2016

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 16, 2016


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