The Sun came out,
there was no rain.
At last some warmth,
to mar the pain,
of dragging the hose
and watering again.
.

The Devil has trodden on my soul.
Imparting thoughts, unworthy
of a place in God's world.
Why does this happen
when my intentions are to be
the best person, I possibly can,
while spending time with thee.
Thought are not immoral
only selfish desires by me
to be alone and unencombered
by my duty, caring for thee.

Tomorrow will come,
becoming Today
and soon it will be
a new yesterday.
How many days,
must pass us by,
before another
tomorrow is today?

I rode a small horse
to Banberry Cross.
I rode the horse gently,
I didn't need to rush.
Arriving at Olde Banberry Cross,
I began walking, to push
away all the people who
travelled to Banberry Cross.

Red was the dawn,
with yellows and orange,
predicting a weather change,
skyline burning bright.

I tried to walk
but couldn't see,
what was wrong.
What's happening to me?

Konstantinos Dimitriadis,  (1931 - 2020)  Greek poet, novelist, literary critic and scholar. Born in Thessaloniki, he was better known by his pen name Dinos Christianopoulos. His extensive work, published between 1947 and 1988 includes  "Age of Lean Cows", "Biography", Strangers' Knees", "Indefensible Yearning", "Suburbs", "Outcasts of the World", "Essays", "The Sculpture of Modern Thessaloniki", "Verse from the Army and  "With Art and Passion" He was awarded the 2011 National Grand Prix for Literature, but refused to pick it up. Photo Credit 

Broken shards of glass?,
Angular pieces reflecting
Sunrays against a wall,
a kaleidoscope of
brilliant colors, creating
a pattern of flickering
light, as the wind
moves the glass.l

I lay with my head
on the pillow.
You are asleep.
I'm amazed by the
clarity of your skin,
sans wrinkles, which
is remarkable at this
late time of life.

A life cut short,
A life forlorn.
Wonder nought,
Why you've were born.
Fate is with you,
Your whole life thru.
How you live your life,
Depends upon you.
Take life's offerings
In a small sized bite
And luck will be
With you, day and night.

A single flower grows
among the sidewalks crack.
A reminder of the joy
or hardship of our life.

You are my light.
You are my soul.
You are my dream.
You make me whole.

We have met before,
both you and I,
in another lifetime,
where I wondered why,
the end of a life
would provide a new try,
to be with each other,
after saying our goodby.
Long did we live,
at that uncertain time,
a reincarnation was done
now our life is sublime.