Sofia Kioroglou Poems
|41.||Patiently Yours, Nietzsche||12/31/2015|
|42.||Sound No Trumpet Before You||1/27/2016|
|44.||Flying By The Seat Of My Pants By Sofia Kioroglou||6/8/2016|
|45.||Love Will Conquer All||1/5/2016|
|46.||Like Cream In Your Latte||2/13/2016|
|47.||Something In My Way||5/5/2016|
|48.||Swirling Around Like In A Satin-Lined Jewelry Box By Sofia Kioroglou||5/17/2016|
|49.||At Idomeni To The Village Of Chamilo||4/11/2016|
|51.||Not Against Flesh And Blood||1/2/2016|
|52.||The Great Leveller||2/23/2016|
|53.||Be Careful With The Gun You Pull||2/21/2017|
|56.||Don't Lie To Me||12/31/2015|
|57.||The Dreams Of Our Youth||10/5/2015|
|58.||The Leaves Have Turned Yellow||12/5/2015|
|60.||The Looking-Glass Self||8/5/2015|
|61.||I Fell In Love With A Frog||7/18/2015|
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I Fell In Love With A Frog
I fell in love with a frog,
who was sitting alone on the banks of the Nile,
mooning over the premature decease of his beautiful wife.
He was sobbing his heart out,
his lips convulsed with woe, dripping emotion,
his chin atremble, the words buried in a raven black but deafening silence.
I instantly knew he was the find of my ultimate search for love.
A bathos unknown to those seeking earthly pleasures,
a poignancy knocking vulgarity off its temporal pedestal.
My dear love, dearest of all other loves,
my love for this frog, please become a ...
I am walking ahead and ahead
and still in the same place.
I am treading water
walking through a morass.
I think I am making progress
but I am stuck when I keep walking.