Aglaea

Nisolomou
1 min readSep 17, 2024

Poetry for love and death.

Photo by Irina Shishkina on Unsplash :)

In my times of sorrow, I do not waiver

nor do I back down against the tidal waves

rushing towards me at a relentless pace.

Merely I lay silent,

my ears wide open

and my eyes shut close,

so that I may catch a snippet of a muse’s words

or a glimpse of her fine silhouette

gracefully dancing amidst the pine trees of old.

Rejoice

I shout joyfully,

for life is as short as the dance of the Oceanids.

Though how can one dance on the foamy waves

of that cyan-wonderous sea,

splashing to the rocks that mermaids busk for eons.

I truly wonder.

Only the nymphs and the fairies can dance

I daresay.

To the rhythms of a playful God’s lyre.

Though, still, I rejoice.

Knowing that mortals are the ones singing,

primordial melodies of love and death.

This poem is part of a poetry collection of my own creation. For any reuse, please feel free to contact me. Nisolomou (Stelios Nikolaou) 2024 ©

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