Biography:
Dimitris P. Kraniotis was born in 1966 in Larissa Prefecture in central Greece and he grew up in Stomio (Larissa). He studied Medicine at the Aristotle University of Thessaloniki. He lives in Larissa and works as a medical doctor (internal medicine specialist). He is the author of 10 poetry books and the Editor-in-chief of an international anthology in English (205 poets from 65 countries). He has won international awards for his poetry which has been translated in 34 languages & published in many countries. He has been invited and participated in several International Poetry Festivalsaround the World. He is Doctor of Literature, Academician in Italy, President of 22nd World Congress of Poets(UPLI), President of World Poets Society (WPS), Director of Mediterranean Poetry Festival (Larissa, Greece), Universal Peace Ambassador and Chairman of the Writers for Peace Committee of PENGreece. He is member of World Poetry Movement (WPM), Hellenic Literary Society and National Society of Greek Literary Writers. His official website: http://www.dimitriskraniotis.com/
OUR HEART ’S VISITORS
A stranger talk
With a stony garment
Threateningly hovers
In our every step
Cold drops of courtesy
Burn our breath
Did hope cease
To visit our heart?
Isn’t white
It is colorless
Like the iris of our eyes
Like good morning
Which doesn’t come out of our lips
Did love cease
To visit our heart?
A torn poster
In the whirl of the wind
Our every word
Blue pebbles
Sunk in the blue of the sea
Our dreams
Did poetry cease
To visit our heart?
IN A FLASH
You violated the borders
Which buried their
Know thyself
You destroyed prisons
Behind curtains
Turned ablaze by
The spark of your anger
Without cries
Without whispers
In a flash
That simple it was
You gave birth to light
When you embraced
What isn’t told
(Although written)
In darkness.
MOVING
We ’re naked now
We donned the colors
Undressed words and voices
We ’re blind now
We drank the light
Swam in death
With alcohol and tobacco
In our luggage
We testified falsely
Forgetting who we are
We built our life
On a bird
And we flew again
Simply we moved
ILLUSIONS
Noiseless wrinkles
On our forehead
The frontiers of history
Shed oblique glances
At Homer’s verses
Illusions
Full of guilt
Redeem
Wounded whispers
That became echoes
In lighted caves
Of the fools and the innocent
THE END
The savour of fruits
Still remains
In my mouth
But the bitterness of words
Demolishes the clouds
And wrings the snow
Counting the pebbles
But you never told me
Why you deceived me
Why with pain
And injustice did you desire
To say that the end
Always in tears
Is cast to flames