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ΧΑΡΤΟΓΡΑΦΗΣΗ Λυδία Λάβδα Νέα ποιητική συλλογή-Εκδόσεις ΡΕΩ 2011Πολλές ευχαριστίες στον Χρήστο Ν.Θεοφίλη για την εικαστική συνεργασία και την Κατερινα Ν.Θεοφίλη για την καθοριστική συμβολή της σε αυτην την έκδοση. Επίσης απο καρδιάς ευχαριστώ τον διευθυντη των εκδόσεων "Ρέω" Κώστα Θεοδωρήμπαση για την άψογη συνεργασία και το αισθητικό/οπτικό αποτέλεσμα που επιθυμούσα. (Κεντρικη διάθεση:Βιβλιοπωλείο "ΡΗΓΑΣ" ΦΛΕΜΙΝΓΚ 31,ΒΥΡΩΝΑΣ,ΤΗΛ. 210-7609081http://www.reo.gr/index.html)

Lydia Lavda (poet,drummer)


Poems from my poetry collection "Medical Press of the world" (Bulletproof publications, Athens 2001)

Παρασκευή, 23 Μαρτίου 2012

DAYS...




Days
dance in waltz rhythm
burned by pyromaniac Time.
Swell·
kids, bloated by dreamy sweets...
Lydia Lavda Drums Poetry





DRUMS OF ENDOSCOPY




Figures are dancing in the enigmatic darkness...
Words·blushing notes,
rest in the music stave of loneliness.
Feelings keep quite· shy kids
lurk in the forest of Nothing.
Insecurity·mad sound flirts with irony-drums.
I 'am afraid of the sobs of silence tonight.
Those misspelled words
lived in melodic pages of immortality,
So...
I close the monstrous ear of Humanity...
Lydia Lavda Drums Poetry


REBELLION...



Words rebel,
searching for their Honesty...
Lydia Lavda Drums Poetry



TIRED MUSIC STANDS



My logic is a screw·
swirls in -an out of time- piano.
Even the music stands tired
to lift the weight of music.
Humped
as an indication of musical lead.
Notes punish with their silence.
Walls sign for silents announcements.
Time forgot it's name
and borrowed eponymic anonymity...
Lydia Lavda Drums Poetry




MEDICAL PRESS OF THE WORLD



The silence of Time got cold
and is coughing malignancies ·
imminent danger of contamination ...
Lydia Lavda Drums Poetry




NEED...

Close the air condition·
urgent need of oxygenic courage.
Lydia Lavda Drums Poetry




FORGIVENESS OF THE WORLD




Forgiveness·
stowed tissue
dances in worn floor.
Fondles the white porcelain tureen of grandma
in a moment of nostalgia.
From old hesitation is imprisoned
in a relief cell.
Lydia Lavda Drums Poetry




THE LOOK INSIDE ME




The look inside me·
ice cream cone with grated peanut and syrup guilt
melts
at the first insatiable bite...

Lydia Lavda Drums Poetry



WANTED...




My quill is a snob fly·
drowns in soured milk of responsibility.
Drinks the purple blood of Sun.
Wanders in chambers,
joining sleepless moments.
Rests eventually on Quasimodo's shoulder.
Passes away from cowardly poison of criticism.
Wanted...






Lydia Lavda Drums Poetry


CHILDHOOD HERO




Panted Time
is hiding·
childish hero in fear-traps.
Through him thousands of visions run·
dopey horses
in the race of Past...

Lydia Lavda Drums Poetry



IN A MOOD LIGHT...




No, Hours won't be dressed
in silence clothes.
Will not rest
under shady
hovels of grief.
Dream· punished child
will run
with hope-scooter to muddy road·
then, Anger, morose old man,
will fondle the look of laughter
and will die omniscient.
Let the Will stay on shore tonight..
So,in a mood light...





Lydia Lavda Drums Poetry



SAD SEMITONE




Notes
punish me
because I preferred the challenge of
Harmony.


Sad semitone,i'm lost
in measure of cowardice
composing
nocturnes ...


© Lydia Lavda Drums Poetry



Lydia Lavda Drums Poetry