Vassilis Comporozos

I want to be your love
I want to be your kiss
when tender dawn pours
its loving caress
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The sun’s won again.
Dark heavy downpour pounds at
My worn-out heart, though.
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A heart ajar

A heart ajar
a dream half seen
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a brush of light
that painted
a little corner deep
in the firmament
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Flames in the fireplace.
Hands that touched them, got burnt
but now know their heat.
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A rare thing to see
in that place. An oddity.
Bright, clear, like new life.
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Gospel on my desk.
Birds chirping their happiness.
Dawn knocks on my door.
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Derelict house.
Walls peeling off. Swallows that
Fly away like dreams.
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Rain water
dripping
the huge cloud’s
glory
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New born poem (haikus)

A new poem was born.
Its cry, flash of wild lightning
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The silence of that feeling

The silence of that feeling
rustling past the moon
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Poem scrapped in the bin.
Steps on the snow drawing close.
Pen ordered to write.
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So many flowers.
Their petals cups of prayers
to Incarnate God.
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Thick mud on the grass.
How many seeds underneath
in silent elation
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Framed in the trappings
of rich man-made vanity,
an boundless desert.
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When a dream remains a dream
it's like I dived into
the depths of the sea
onto the corals down there
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