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ΕΡΩΤΑΣ: Poem by Smaragdi Mitropoulou

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Χαμογελάει ο έρωτας
στου ήλιου το πρώτο φως.
Στήνει καρτέρι
σε αυλές με ασβέστη ασπρισμένες
και δίπλα σε πηγές με νερά κρυσταλλένια.
Πρώτος σέρνει το χορό στους ήχους του βιολιού
και τις νυχτιές ταξιδεύει ολόγυμνος
σε άγουρα στήθη και φλογισμένα μάγουλα.
Τις αυγές σκορπά λεμονανθούς
σε ταξιδιάρικα κύματα…
και φυτεύει καρπούς
να γλυκαίνουν τα μάτια, τα χείλη.
Μοσχοβολά ο έρωτας
βασιλικό και θάλασσα.

LOVE

Love smiles
at the first light of the sun.
It lies in wait
in courtyards whitewashed with lime
and beside springs with crystalline waters.
First, it leads the dance to the sounds of the violin
and at night it travels naked
to unripe breasts and flushed cheeks.
At dawn, it scatters lemon blossoms
in wandering waves…
and plants fruits
to sweeten the eyes, the lips.
Love smells
of basil and sea.

Poem by
Smaragdi Mitropoulou

About the Poet

Η Σμαραγδή Μητροπούλου γεννήθηκε στην Αθήνα. Σπούδασε Ιστορία και Αρχαιολογία στην Ελλάδα και τη Μεγάλη Βρετανία. Υπηρετεί στη Δευτεροβάθμια Εκπαίδευση. Το ποιητικό και πεζογραφικό της έργο έχουν αποσπάσει βραβεία και διακρίσεις στην Ελλάδα και στο εξωτερικό. Είναι μέλος του Διοικητικού Συμβουλίου (Executive Board Member) του Writers Capital International Foundation και ισόβιο μέλος (Lifetime Fellow Member) του International Society for Development and Sustainability (ISDS) με έδρα την Ιαπωνία. Έχoυν εκδοθεί και κυκλοφορούν επτά βιβλία της στην Ελλάδα. Ποιήματα της έχουν μεταφραστεί στην αγγλική, κινεζική και ισπανική γλώσσα, καθώς και στα Ταιβανέζικα και στη γλώσσα Μπενγκάλι κι έχουν δημοσιευτεί σε site και περιοδικά στην Ευρώπη, στην Ασία και στη Λατινική Αμερική. Επίσης, ασχολείται με την τέχνη της φωτογραφίας κι έχει συμμετάσχει σε ομαδικές εκθέσεις στην Ελλάδα και στο εξωτερικό.

Smaragdi Mitropoulou was born in Athens. She studied History and Archaeology in Greece and the United Kingdom. She serves in Secondary Education. Her poetic and prose works have received awards and recognitions both in Greece and abroad. She is a member of the Executive Board of the Writers Capital International Foundation and a Lifetime Fellow Member of the International Society for Development and Sustainability (ISDS) based in Japan. Seven of her books have been published and are circulating in Greece. Her poems have been translated into English, Chinese, and Spanish, as well as Taiwanese and Bengali, and have been published on websites and in magazines across Europe, Asia, and Latin America. She is also involved in the art of photography and has participated in group exhibitions in Greece and abroad.

LIFE WITH A MOTHER IS A VITAL LAND

LIFE WITH A MOTHER IS A VITAL LAND

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Which sea’s cry is not drowned in its silence, and which poem’s line can envision its color and love?

It is impossible to express in words the importance and sacrifice of a mother’s indispensable role in human life, every pen bows before the mother and accepts its defeat with a smile remaining in a vicious circle.

“Mother is the heartbeat in the home; and without her, there seems to be no heartthrob.”

Mother is life, the mother is breath, the mother is excitement; the blood flowing in the veins.
Sibling, sister, distant neighbor, close friend, the smiling face of the house, the only address to turn to in your sadness, truth, while shedding tears of conscience.

Mother, the pages of history are the extension of the letters of bright days and ages, as deep as the ocean. She is the prayer arising from flowing waters, the thyme in the mountains, a lush paradise in the forest!

Life without a mother is like a barren land. She is both an enslaved person and a lady in her own house, while her absence is the most severe punishment.

The mother carries her baby in her womb for 9 months. She is the ear, mouth, tongue, and mirror of the child in all kinds of problems from infancy to adulthood. She feeds her baby, she sings lullabies to them for hours; when they get sick, she waits for days at her children’s feet to see them back to health.

She is like a tree that bears fruit, she creates life from nothing! She is the shelter of love; the warmth of the sun that satiates hunger and illuminates the dark nights. Yes, a mother is her child’s first teacher as much as she is a mother. Like her own mother used to be for her too.

A mother’s love needs to be given unconditionally to establish trust and a firm foundation of emotional intimacy in a child’s life.
She is the only person who has no demands except for our best future.

A mother is what exists below God. For she offers unconditional love; love without measure. The labor of mothers while trying to raise their children cannot be compared with anything. For this reason, mothers are equated with heaven.
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These verses are my gift to all our mothers who have lived and are living in this universe.

Caroline Laurent Turunc
©Caroline Laurent Turunc