Dream
My eyes shut, a deep breath,
I took a plunge, a header one
"so brave", I exclamed to myself.
"keep going", I thought
and my breath lasted indeed...
But now,back in the surface again.
The dream is over.
Ready for another deep breath!?
EARLS COURT ARTS HUB
Theme for September 2013 - TRUST
-----------------------------------------------------------
POEMS WILL BE DISPLAYED ONLINE ON OUR BLOG AND ON OUR WALL AT:
EARLS COURT ARTS HUB
1A NEVERN PLACE
EARLS COURT
LONDON
SW5 9NR
-----------------------------------------------------------
poetswindow@yahoo.co.uk
Theme for October 2013 - MOTIVES
-----------------------------------------------------------
POEMS WILL BE DISPLAYED ONLINE ON OUR BLOG AND ON OUR WALL AT:
EARLS COURT ARTS HUB
1A NEVERN PLACE
EARLS COURT
LONDON
SW5 9NR
-----------------------------------------------------------
poetswindow@yahoo.co.uk
Showing posts with label zzPoet Christina Stouraiti. Show all posts
Showing posts with label zzPoet Christina Stouraiti. Show all posts
City by Christina Stouraiti
I'm creating a map of London
I walk the distances
between the stations
and link them.
I predict the next stop
I discover new shortcuts.
And I make the city mine at last.
Without forgetting to smile
every time I pass over
a bridge
that reminds me
I'm still here.
I walk the distances
between the stations
and link them.
I predict the next stop
I discover new shortcuts.
And I make the city mine at last.
Without forgetting to smile
every time I pass over
a bridge
that reminds me
I'm still here.
Tags: City, zzPoet Christina Stouraiti
Rhythm by Christina Stouraiti
RYTHM
Breathing
Walking
Catching up with
Talking
Touching
It's all printed in you
by the time you were
in her womb
And you are still trying
to let go of
her rythm.
And you'll always be.
Breathing
Walking
Catching up with
Talking
Touching
It's all printed in you
by the time you were
in her womb
And you are still trying
to let go of
her rythm.
And you'll always be.
Tags: Rhythm, zzPoet Christina Stouraiti
City by Christina Stouraiti
I’m creating a map of London
I walk the distances
between the stations
and link them.
I predict the next stop
I discover new shortcuts.
And I make the city mine
at last.
Without forgetting to smile
every time I pass over
a bridge
that reminds me
I’m still here.
I walk the distances
between the stations
and link them.
I predict the next stop
I discover new shortcuts.
And I make the city mine
at last.
Without forgetting to smile
every time I pass over
a bridge
that reminds me
I’m still here.
Tags: City, zzPoet Christina Stouraiti
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
