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Dimitris P. Kraniotis [Greece]


Ideals 

Snow-covered mountains,
Ancient monuments
A north wind that nods to us
A thought that flows
Images imbued
With hymns of history
Words on signs
With ideals of geometry

 

Denials 

A roar of cars
Seals the dawn
With short-cut answers
With unyielding denials
That are repeated
Explicitly
Every sunset

 

Limits 

Fragments of glasses
In the empty room
Of the inarticulate whispers
Bleed
Our limits
Fill
With sores
The caress of our soul
 

 

Author's bionote:

Dimitris P. Kraniotis is a Greek poet and medical doctor. He studied Medicine at the Aristotle University of Thessaloniki. He lives in Larissa (Greece) and works as an internal medicine specialist. He is the author of 12 poetry books in Greece and abroad. He has won international awards for his poetry which has been translated into 40 languages and published in many countries around the World. He has been invited and participated in International Poetry Festivals around the World. He is Doctor of Literature, Academician, President Emeritus of the World Congress of Poets (UPLI), President of 22nd World Congress of Poets (Greece 2011), President of World Poets Society (WPS), Director of Mediterranean Poetry Festival (Larissa, Greece) and Chairman of the Writers for Peace Committee of PEN Greece. His official website: https://www.dimitriskraniotis.com/

 

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