Eve's Beauty Walks

 Eve's Beauty Walks

Amid the fields of Paradise, Eve walks to guise,
cause sightly shapes, adorned by blossoms to entice,
and gracefully her fingertips, but still unwise,
caress the apple 'mong the leaves; she lifts her eyes..

..she lifts her eyes to flash and stare inside his mind
deep in his eyes she fires his soul, she burns his soul;
she tastes a bite, in dreamy dance to wave and grind,
becomes his goal and laughingly, a burning coal.

With rushing blood, approaches he, her silken lips
his onset streams and fortitude tastes moaning sips,
beatitude and rustling brook - the drops of rain
amazing truth reveals salvation while she strips!
- - -
Amid the fields of Paradise, Eve walks to guise,
cause sightly shapes, adorned by blossoms to entice,
and gracefully her fingertips, but still unwise,
caress the apple 'mong the leaves; she lifts her eyes..
- - -
..the serpent whipped, biramous flung, fast lashing tongue,
elastic coil, he slid amidst the leaves of dew;
transformed their kiss to venom bite that painful stung,
it was the sinners' time when both the Gates passed through

© G. Venetopoulos 10-26-2013, All Rights Reserved
(Iambic Hexameter)

Archipelago

Archipelago

Define me in a spark of light and mind;
A misty voice I heard when both horns signaled;
The ship heeled to the right and stayed inclined;
frozen is the Archipelago of Finland.

The lighthouse of Henry LePaute arose;
Valassaaret turned grayish in the dusk;
length of the day was seven hours, sea froze,
ship's log of January, twenty-first.

Define me in this grayish absconding light,
devoid was the dusk, cause of the winter ice,
Perhaps you were with our friends in Athens,
The fresh aroma of coffee would suffice.

We wait for the tugboat lights to appear,
Recall you as a student at Penn State,
The blue-white banner and acoustic guitar,
Outside the Eastview Terrace dorm was our first date.

The sea of Kvarken in the winter is usually frozen,
A wind from the Black Pines sweeps the island shores;
Vertical slopes elevate above the ocean,
And all this icy emptiness abhors.

The Ship's side turned to the tide and the bilge,
has risen disproportional from brines,
hence now she rides inclined on white vast fields,
the numbing feeling of cold and rock shrines.

The red light of the tug flashes, still so distant,
approaches slow; the ice on our Captain's brows,
makes me wonder if the snow's contrivance,
will guide us where Charon endows.

Define me in a spark of light and mind;
a misty voice I heard when horns signaled;
the Ship heeled to the right and stayed inclined
frozen is the Archipelago of Finland.

© 03-01-2013,
Georgios Venetopoulos, All Rights Reserved
(rhyme)

Noon

Noon

Nostalgic noon, the sun shines bare,
sea-crafted moor;
bliss wearing smile will come in air,
remote and pure

Refined aloneness of your kiss
with me will stay,
embrace the cold of the winter day
and fly away

© Georgios Venetopoulos 2013/03/18 All rights reserved
https://georgiosvenetopoulosverse.blogspot.com/2018/10/noon.html

Color of eyes

Color of eyes

Color of eyes, only remote,
your street and number, on blank note,
I hold your love - two drops of rain,
that fell like tears - but arcane.

Two lines of solitude in verse,
two falling raindrops, so disperse;
with the decreasing light tangle;
inside my voice, silently wrangle;

Marginal song on Strymon brinks
next to the Thracian mountain streams,
the Aves become two smiling stars,
that blink beyond our distant bars.

Anchorite path the Strymon's flow
the foliage dither, thoughts shall row,
The rains carved, this mountain ring
worn for one day of skyward Spring.

And each smile flows like rain on blooms
on Thracian road, and Aves' flumes.
the two stars shine on skyward fare,
Celestial eyes that wait and stare.

© 2013/03/29 G.Venetopoulos - All rights reserved

Φλεβάρη ομίχλη

ΦΛΕΒΑΡΗ ΟΜΙΧΛΗ

Τεργέστη. Και του Φλεβάρη ομίχλη μου πυκνή
να περιμένεις τον καιρό σου να περάσει
Με κράτησες στου νου το εικονοστάσι
Πρώτη χρονιά φοιτητική – συ μακρινή.

Σε περιμένω – έστω, ξέρω πως δεν θάρθεις
αποκλεισμένη στην ομίχλη κάθε άκρη
Θωριά μου του Φλεβάρη δεν θα γράψει
η αγαπημένη σου το γράμμα της καρδιάς της.

Έπιασα γνωριμιά με κάτι ναύτες
από γκαζάδικο – μου λένε ιστορίες
για φοβερούς τυφώνες, καρχαρίες
του Ινδικού, ρότες στους χάρτες.

Τρεις μήνες πήρε η γλώσσα να τη μάθω
Νύχτα Φλεβάρη πια μου έρχεσαι εκεί
Ιδανική, ερημική στου χρόνου μου ζωή
Με συντροφεύεις κι είσαι η αγάπη που δεν θάχω.

Φλεβάρη, ομίχλη, τα παιδιά στην Plazza Unita
στην Trattoria Ελληνική παρέα φοιτητική
Σου γράφω αυτό το γράμμα, είσ’ εκεί
απ’ την ομίχλη με καλείς με μια αγκαλιά.

Trieste - Years ago