Poem - The Letter, Poetess - Vasiliki Kalahani (Greece)

 

Short Bio-note of Vasiliki Kalahani

Vasiliki Koliopoulos- Kalahani was born in Australia in 1962. She came to Greece with her family when she was ten years old and resided in Velo-Korinthias, where she finished her secondary education. She is married and lives in Krines-Korinthias, Greece.
She holds the proficiency degree in English, and is giving private lessons to young children for many years.
She has also attended History for one year at the Open University of Patra- Greece.
She has also pursued her amateur desire in Painting, taking part in group- exhibitions for the past years. She has illustrated fairy-tale books.
She also deals with translating.
She has published two Anthologies of Poetry in the memory of her son Panagiotis Kalahanis. She has presented ten, personal, poetry collections on her behalf, and three fairy- tale books. She has presented her theatrical play "The Seven States" in 2016 in Velo-Korinthias, which is also on You Tube in the greek language.
She respects worldwide philosophy and history and follows the ideal and the symbolic essence in her work.
You will find her on  Facebook with the name: Vasiliki Kalahani
When she has time she broadcasts "The Hour of Poetry" , a video- presentation of fellow poets she knows in facebook, their bio-note, and recites their poems she chooses. Poets that are from Greece and from all around the world.
She still has a lot of unpublished work on her behalf.



** The following Poetry written by Poetess Visiliki Kalahan from Greece on the Birthday of Bangladeshi poet M .A Matin.


The letter

Tis the full Moon tonight
Still l can't see it in the Sky
As if it's vanished
And it doesn't want us to see it
As if it's gone and doing something else...

My painting is still wet
And it's you my friend
You came in your youth
On my paper
With a knitted pullover on..
Green and blue it is
With a little red on it
The heart that's life that naturally flows..

I know the loneliness of the hearts
I know the poets' solitude
I know the bitterness
I know the cries
I know the flight of the crows...

Still my letter must be written and sent
Because l know the generosity of the spirit
I know the nobleness
I know the trees' wand
That gently touches our forehead and hands..

A cricket is singing..
It's somewhere on the house's wall
It's behind me and it's suddenly, sadly stopped..
Sing cricket! Sing!
Oh yes, it's singing!
It listened to my thoughts and it's steadily continuing..

Go to this other world my friend
And  peacefully stay there, please,
There where religions don't fight anymore
And the Earth is so humble and kind..

I hear the cicadas singing softly now
It's September still they are insisting
To pay close company to us
Because they know the poets that are alone..

Loneliness, loneliness a horrible word
But poets endure and live there..
A mystic door always opens
And calls for us to go inside..

Sometimes a signal, a flare is sent from the heart
That goes up to the dark black, glorious Sky..
Strength must be pronounced
And a new day's omen
For the bird that is dying in its dreadful cage..

How many deaths have we?
Have we counted them all?
Millions..endless they are
that have the same meaning..
To devour us and leave us with our bones alone
Drifting on the icy seas..

I am dizzy, l am upset,
Are you well my dear poet?
I feel pain right in my third eye...
I send you light now with the poets' god and mighty teacher
For you to become well once more...

The letter was written
It was sent with the spirits
To pass quickly over the open seas..
It is only for you my friend
Not to be told elsewhere
A poetic caress in this night's flow
That connects the minds of the poets and puts the horrible pain aside...

Dedicated to you my dear Poet Abdul Matin
Take care and be strong...
Your friend from Greece