Versions
by Harilaos Stefanakis
In this version, I’m in the city, bound in concrete responsibilities I say I am stuck, it is anxiety speaking like praying for that which I do not want
What will happen next is fixed in the ritual patterns of the streets I trod and the cacophony of sounds I have learned to ignore
Crowded arterials that need stints for there is no space for longing until I scalpel open a new view unto my attention
In this version, I’m in the city, walking down a different path I say I am open, it is a prayer to life and possibilities
What can happen next is uncertain suspended in a symphony of concrete echoes, between, the silence I have learned to appreciate
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If you have followed my stories and poetry you will know that I have not shied away from pain and suffering (see for example, the meaning of surrender, in the deep silence of winter, or a voyage into and out of darkness. Still, in all my work I try and find the light in the darkness. I hope that my work hides nothing, not even the good and the possible of life.
I have also followed the lead of so many others on this platform that I have come to admire and started sharing my reading of my poetry. I would be curious if this adds dimensions to the work or if it works at all. Let me know if you have a moment.
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