Poetry relishes ripe fruit - but ripe is one thing and overripe quite another. That's something poetry doesn't like, so it couldn't care less if I were to fall overripe to the ground.
Kiki DimoulaPoetry contains love and holds it in high esteem, even though love always humiliates it by using it merely as a soothing after-shave lotion.
Kiki DimoulaLove grows by not giving to us. And if our passion for poetry lives on and persists, it is because poetry offers us only its bits of lint.
Kiki DimoulaI don't aspire, but I would be very happy if one of my poems suddenly offered someone a shady rest stop, a breather in our interminable march under the murderous, scorching heat of the superfluous.
Kiki Dimoula