inside the arrow’s head

have you ever watched

one of these beautiful slow-motion videos

where the archer pulls the bow’s string to the position of maximum tension,

then releases it,

launching the arrow towards the target

and you get to see what normally escapes the eye:

the arrow flies down its path

bending, twisting, and turning convulsively,

looking almost desperate

to reach its goal.

clearly,

being “straight as an arrow,”

is much more common and humanly than people think it is.

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I tried | προσπάθησα

I tried

I tried

I tried

I tried

I tried

I tried

I tried

I tried

I tried

to speak to you.

if only

if only

if only

if only

if only

if only

if only

if only

if only

you’d read my silence.

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να σου μιλήσω.

μακάρι

μακάρι

μακάρι

μακάρι

μακάρι

μακάρι

μακάρι

μακάρι

μακάρι

να ‘χες διαβάσει τη σιωπή μου.

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I tried | προσπάθησα by Dimitrios Kokkinos is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License

thinking of you as the first raindrops come rushing down from heaven

I remember the spring

that once was.

I remember you

being

out there, somewhere,

making the sun,

the tiniest bit brighter;

the flowers,

dancing in the wind,

excited by your presence.

I dream of the summer

that will come,

once you choose it.

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thinking of you as the first raindrops come rushing down from heaven by Dimitrios Kokkinos is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License