Georgios Venetopoulos

Gold Star - 6,552 Points (Athens, Greece)

- Celebration - Poem by Georgios Venetopoulos

The sea birds sat upon the wharf,
my only friends have been the shades
and the transmittance of our days,
is floating on the ocean surf.

How beautiful the words gather
to build my solitude - her form,
rose petals dancing in the storm,
- was I her soul's ideal lover?

And when the bells of Sundays ring
unfair's my thought while flowers bloom,
where time's apostasy's my doom,
my words' approach on air shall cling.

How Oxford blue, the harbor is,
up where the stars behind clouds hide,
fair constellation - unknown bride,
Athena's blessed, my soul's aegis?

Sea birds have sat upon the moors;
the waves explode to windward foam,
my eyes upon the landscape roam,
erewhile withdraw to verse detours.

Along the aural sceptre of morn,
(Soft and inspiring silence is!) ,
you send across the waters bliss,
heart beats like cymbals of times' mourn.

Mayb' if I prayed to the sea gods,
they would revive our school years play,
return that celebration day,
up where my lines bedizened flawed.

And if I smiled to the wharf's sorrow,
you would return and join in mists,
amid blithe rhymes and palms kissed,
our celebration of tomorrow.

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© 01-22-2013, G. Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, May 12, 2014


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