Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
POETRY
The inspiring muse
knocks on the doors
of my soul
and offers me emotions
to translate into words
A sort of anxiety
besets me
wherever I be
I look for a pen
or a pencil
a sheet
to stop the thoughts
I fear may fly away
like leaves torn off by the wind
or fade away
as falling stars
come who knows
where from
And the sheet tinges with words
in sequences of meanings
that emerge
not searched
not invoked
to resonate like music
whose notes
I didn’t know before.
©® Maria Miraglia
