Niko Tiliopoulos

I Was... - Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

by the seaweed,
as it danced its grace
with the music of the anemones
in the wise waters of the Mediterranean sea.

By the tales of Cicero,
as they were shaped into lollipops
on the lips of that girl,
the betrayed dream of Michelangelo's brush.

By the touch of the wind,
as it teased the echoes of my skin
on their way to Neverland
through the thirsty clouds of the Appennino rain.

By the smile of the sun,
as it vibrated the cosmic dust
on the rusted splinters of my brain,
the artefacts of Manzoni's wars.

By the mysteries of the olives,
as they blessed the Oracle's fate
that fell in love with the Spring
in the ancient alleys of Mediolanum.

By the curving of the earth,
as it gave shape to the scent of Life,
that poured out in amber tears
on the world that was embraced by...

I was...

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 26, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 23, 2011

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