AND THOU-JOHN BAKALIS-2017

A sudden start
Lying on my back
A darkening sky.
In my field of vision
the orange glow of the sun.
Bursts of activity, my memories.

Lapping against the rocks
the sound of the sea.
Cries of seaguls.

FEEL OF NOTHING-JOHN BAKALIS-2017

Touching my arm
camping down...
smile prety and genuine.
Long forgotten memories.

I looked at a cup of tea.

Struck me with absolutely clarity.
An old fashioned shash window.
I am half out of myself.
It was a sunny, warm jabbing me.....
I slowed, taking in the sounds,
smells around me.....
Feel of nothing....

Photo GIANNA GRAUND

ROUND THE TERM OF THE LAST ZERO-JOHN BAKALIS-2017

I waited .....a minute
listening to the whispers
whispering voices,
downstairs.
Faded away, voices?
Skulking in shadows.....
I wasn't mean't to have a shadow!

I'd thought the feeling might go away....
I was as hell of me....

I spread a puzzled smile...
I was no longer....
Oh dear....a dark outside world, foreboding...
Round the term of the last zero....
It might jog a memory.
A porcelain skin, petite build
doll like....
A whirlwind ''romance''.

MEMORIAL IS RAISED-JOHN BAKALIS-2017

The cellar steps,
of a red wine...
smacked my head...
pretty odd set up...
Days just seem to drift....
Kind of  soft fog....

Am i paranoid?
Wrong end of my fifties.
I lost my fight with gravity.
My pick of single ladies
of certain age....
that kind of gravitas....


(Photo-Iro Tsourti)