Anthi, short for Anthoula, means flowers in Greek
Never have I been, with anything, more in love
Time and space were at last benevolent and chic
Heralding her at first sight from a safe above
Opening it with Athena's combination
Unraveled triangles and spheres pointing to Greece
Leaving a Sun behind, displaced by causation
Answering the Eros electron with my peace
Kanéna, my everything, yet in Greek means, none
Appeared in my mind whole under an olive tree
No flowers in words, all of them in my heart spun
Enveloping my chest in Athenian glee
Near a man called M, a goddess giggles his name
Art is possessed again and forever aflame
Dedicated to my Anthi and Anthi Psomiadou
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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