World Poetry Celebrates Dimitris P. Kraniotis!

Ariadne’s notes: We are honoured to present our first e-poet feature! In the future we also hope to have a newsletter with correspondents from World Poetry Canada International poets, artists, musicians and others.  Welcome Dimitris P. Kraniotis, our first featured e-poet! His e-poem was read on the World Poetry Café Radio Show ; CLICK HERE TO LISTEN!

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Dimitris P. Kraniotis is an award-winning Greek poet. He was born in 1966 in Stomio (Larissa) in central Greece. He studied Medicine at the Aristotle University of Thessaloniki. He lives and works as a Medical Doctor (Internal Medicine Specialist Physician) in Larissa (Greece).

He is the author of 7 poetry books: “Traces” (Greece 1985), “Clay Faces” (Greece 1992), “Fictitious Line” (Greece 2005), “Dunes” (Romania 2007), “Endogram” (Greece 2010), “Edda” (Romania 2010) and “Illusions” (Romania 2010). Also he is the Editor-in-Chief of the international anthology in English “World Poetry 2011” (205 poets from 65 countries).

He was invited and he has participated in several International Poetry Festivals around the World. His poems have been translated into 25 languages and published in many countries around the World.

He is Academician of Academy Tiberina of Rome & International Academy of Micenei (Italy), Doctor of Literature by World Academy of Arts and Culture, President of 22nd World Congress of Poets (Larissa, Greece 2011) by United Poets Laureate International and Founder & Director of Mediterranean Poetry Festival in Larissa (Greece).

His official website: http://www.dimitriskraniotis.com/

 

Our Heart’s Visitors

 

A stranger’s talk

with a stony garment,

threateningly hovers

in our every step,

cold drops of courtesy

burn our breath.

Did hope ceased

to visit our heart?

The snow today

isn’t white.

It is colourless

like the iris of our eyes,

like good morning

which doesn’t come out of our lips.

Did love ceased

to visit our heart?

A torn poster

in the whirl of the wind

our every word,

blue pebbles

sunk in the blue of the sea

our dreams.

Did poetry ceased

to visit our heart?

Dimitris P. Kraniotis (C) Larissa, Greece

 

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