Greek Poet ILIAS FOUKIS

Greek Poet      ILIAS   FOUKIS
Poetry is the voice of the Gods

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

THE LUCK Poem by ILIAS FOUKIS


THE  LUCK 

Yesterday our Chances went up in flame
because the sun
came to close.
Yesterday as well:
our Chances went cold
because who knows what happened
at the Holy Sermons of Wisdom
that made them take the prerogative of Light from us.

Yesterday the masts of our ships were destroyed
in the quest for Direction
as things reached storm level...so much Wind.
Yesterday as well:
we were unable to set off
on our quest for Direction
because we were left Becalmed.

Yesterday our dreams were inundated
because it rained so hard.
Yesterday as well:
our Dreams were unable to grow
because Tantalus that jinx
was in such a hurry to bid farewell to Earth...
and, as you well know, we were left rain less.

Yesterday our heads went numb
in the quest for God
because there was so much Sky overhead.
Yesterday as well:
it was impossible to lift our heads
in the quest for God
because there was no Sky left at all.
Translation by PHILIP RAMP