Georgia Daliana

Athens, Greece

I have had occasional publishing of articles and comments in a nautical newspaper. I have also published one collection of poetry entitled "Sea of the Ebb," concerning the style of my poetry since it is connected with the sea and the sea faces having a relationship almost erotic; it cannot be anything else but the slowly losing blood. I have many awards of poetry.

Definite

The investigations are being continued
at the territory of the shipwreck.
She turned off the televisions
She want to listen any more.
Besides. she had known it
from the time that she had felt
the cracking of the rope ladder.
She remained motionless for hours.
when the night came she crept to the seaside
She petrified there
covered by the same gray absence
as ever
starring patiently at the deserted wave.
It was dawn when she pulled out into the open sea.

Promise

I'll be waiting for you.
Like a flame withdrawing in its shape.
inside the terrorship for the faraway deaths.
I'll be waiting here for every
In the snow and on he fallow earth
In the wind and on the bitter shores.
I'll be waiting for you.
I'll turn to stagnant water
Blood I'll become
for the time to sail and be melted.
And after that I'll turn to time of rain
and will flow slowly
drop by drop to nowhere
though the blue wrinkles of the moon.
I'll be waiting for you.
Finally,
If you never come back any more.
I'll be waiting for you hopelessly
fragmented in the silence of the dead
at the breakwater, at night.

Of The Wind

Silence.
A star is falling
and burns the ocean.
I hide you
and you deny me
always under no conditions
you are traveling in a shell.
You laugh
and I keep afloat in your laughing
I bait the wing not to ...
Nothing.
You still laugh and you grow smaller
and then the rain comes
and drinks you.
The poetry, nothing
a blank number
more deserted
when with blood.
Stay.
Misty absence without time
the night of gloom is sailing
Ash and sea are mingled.