POEMS
endowed me with courage in my birth
The surrounding atmosphere was ideal for excellent phases of development integration
Being lucky, I got auspicious omen
Tears of erotic instinct
Humanitarian spirit to provide a valid recipe for survival
The filling was achieved by the galloping intellect.
Women's dance evokes remorse of common consciousness
to crown collective and unhistorical outbursts of eloquent rhetoric
And you - I
reflect
Spearhead
The absolute minimum of mental evacuation…
You, Mother of God
That you constantly take care of our needs
You are mediating for our sins
You fight our enemies
Please, hear our prayers
We humbly turn to You
to forgive us
have mercy on us
To illuminate our path and cure our mental illnesses
To give us strength to curb our passions
and our weaknesses
To face the difficult moments with patience and prudence
To respect life, the diversity of people, the divine blessing
To bow to the greatness of mother nature
To act by legitimate means
To express humanity and a merciful disposition to all without exception
Encourage us to useful actions
To cooperate with a spirit of mutual understanding
To share the timeless mysteries in order to receive divine grace and enlightenment
To you
Our Lady of Amaranth Rhodes!
sculpted your work
With an anvil and a hammer
To make us strong, to give us a solid thought and to cover the nakedness of our soul
With your innocent spiritual garment
But ignorant of your words and deeds
we have moved away from the original, the first cause that leads and contributes to the "exaltation of the soul"
and transforms into "Anima mundi" ,
that unites us, concerns us, motivates us
Slippery arguments in a dumb homeland ...
The distinct
You bridge the hearts of our world
You deceive the sun not to set
to offer a heavenly embrace
Generously you endure the pain
Wisely
You dominate
bright horizons
Your tears become earth's breath
Your hands are solid rocks
You scatter clouds in your passage
Oh, our only , last hope…
A touch of unselfish affection
Fluttering of knightly greatness
Vastness of mental beauty
You enliven vague memories
encourage charity events
change the flow of time,
of the historical error
You generously teach the universe
magnetize sea treasures
magically unlock the chests of the earth
You tirelessly endure the coming trials and tribulations
bury your wishes smiling
Motherly gaze illuminates the crowds
Builds castles
Gives vital energy
Freezes underground sighs
Defeats cunning enemies
Suffering because of sadness
You are passionate about the chills of the night silence
purified in the light of day
You heroically fight to oppose, to hold on
The supports no longer help you
They also fail to lure your cellular being
The human being, underperforms
For how much longer?
You wonder again
And you are confused
Take refuge in the self-sarcasm of the moment
Science fiction script for a short film
The protagonist, an endangered species,
with narcissism mocks his tragic fate.
Enters the sanctuaries of paradise with an unknown destination
What can I tell you,
to convince you
to take care of your existence
do not fly to cloudy horizons
You have the anointing of humility
And if your light ever goes out, do not be afraid
You have the magic inside you
The wisdom of the Lord
The vibration of Ηis transmissibility
Primitive collective memory is intertwined with the infinite inspiration of the multidimensional human
which, irreconcilable by nature, navigate his endless course.
You seduce the moons of the mind
and leave
You enlist warriors of silence
You afflict
The sun is engulfed in your flames
Become incandescent.
They fight themselves,
their greatest enemy
Subconsciously open the step
wanting to learn
The shroud they wore
can not stand it
They will fight
until they feel strong again
worthy
And then they will not pronounce
words of despair, but of joy
Their limbs will not hurt
as if flogged by Lernaean Hydra
Will proceed with erect bodies
Unknown the course,
sure the destination
The Immortality…
meet the light that will glow in the dark
That will heal our wounds
will enchant the hearts
Maybe we will find the courage
to educate our mistakes,
to apologize
to break down the walls of existence
To joke carefree in the heavenly gardens
Those we forgot, we withered
Watering with tears
Knitting thorn wreaths
Those we buried prematurely
Maybe…
The mourning of life
The Holy Virginity captivates and invites
The inanimate Divine Body completely surrendered
looks eternally youthful
perpetually moving
The pain of the soul overflows
and the Heavenly Kingdom receives
the only truth
crowning with glory our passions and fears.
Bio
Sofia Skleida was born in Athens and pursued her studies at the Faculty of Philosophy of the University of Athens. She holds multiple advanced degrees, including a Master’s in Pedagogy, a Master’s in Adult Education, a Doctorate in Comparative Pedagogy, and a Postdoctoral Degree in Theology. Currently, she serves as a teacher in secondary education and is actively engaged in publishing articles in reputable scientific journals and conference proceedings.
Sofia has organized numerous international and domestic literary events and has received awards in various competitions. Her involvement in literary committees and curation of collective publishing activities showcases her dedication to the literary community. With 22 published books to her name, including poetry collections, poetic narratives, fairy tales, and scientific manuals, her works have been translated into several languages, including English, Italian, Spanish, Romanian, Albanian, and Bengali.
Sofia's literary contributions are not only extensive but also deeply impactful. She serves as the Vice President, responsible for Cultural Affairs, at the Zakynthian Cultural Center of Athens and is an active member of the Society of Greek Literary Writers and the Panhellenic Union of Literary Writers.
