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Melanie Sharp Poetry |
| Symitime | Symi Gold | Just a thought | Through the eyes of a child | All done | Tempus Fugit | Goodbye old fella! | |
About
Melanie
I have been writing verse/poetry
ever since I can remember, in fact, my first poem was printed in
a school magazine when I was 8 years old.
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A broken down chair, a doll without hair,
A rusty lock, a grandfather clock,
A spider climbs up a wall and that's all.
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Hmm, many of the words I write these days are nowhere near as profound!
Over the years, most of my rhymes have been written during particular
phases in my life. The combination of inner thoughts, sentiments,
ambition, emotion and personal opinion with word-play, grammar and
metre, has produced some excellent results, but also some total
rubbish. I haven't a clue how many rhymes I've written over the
years and the only ones which are recorded are the few that I felt
inspired to do when we first came to Symi to live.
I can honestly say, that poems are something I find easy to compose
and that 'they're just something that I've always done! |
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Goodbye old Fella!
He closed his eyes and went to sleep, his exhausted body slipped so deep
Into a painfree state of thinking not even aware that he was sinking
Away from his long life on the Isle where he'd given much pleasure and made people smile
Our dear old friend Laki has now gone to rest
In our opinion he was one of the best............we'll miss you old fella! |
TEMPUS FUGIT
It all begun in '91, we arrived here mid-September
In two short weeks our lived were changed, so now I can't remember
What life was like pre-Symi days before we had this notion -
'To move out there to live one day, we'd need a magic potion!'
A dream at first became obsession 'til a trip in '98
We organised somewhere to live and even set a date
The wheels at last in motion, we planned and packed and sold
Our old lives went at car-boot sales, a new one to unfold
At Eastertime 2000 we sat down here in Pedi
With two old friends the questions flowed, our batteries ever-ready
'Seegah, seegah' Fotinos cried, 'adjust to Symi clock!'
Just how different life would be, we truely got a shock!
So this was it, dream realised, we'd played our goal and won
Our world is now a better place than back in '91
TEMPUS FUGIT
And doesn't it, time just floats away
The future's on a balcony overlooking Pedi Bay
'Seegah, seegah' Fotinos cried on that very special day
Slowly, slowly, dreams come true and now we're here to stay
ALL DONE!
The tourists have left now, another season completed
A few ex-pats go shortly leaving numbers depleted
Farewell to old friends, see you next year
Kalo Taxidi, we'll meet up back here?
Long walks with the dog, a lie-in at last
Namedays and parties arrive thick and fast
The sun is still shining, we can relax and recover
With so much time on our hands to enjoy one another
'No money, no honey' the quote of a friend
Such true words for Autumn when work's come to an end |
SYMITIME
With time to paint my flowers of dream and space to plan or work
on schemes
November brings clear peace of mind, a mystical silence we came
to find
That City-life so far away, this is where we chose to stay
Awake each morning to crisp, blue skies, Autumn springs before our
eyes
New life, fresh sounds and a rebirth of flowers, after only a couple
of spectacular showers
To wash away all sense of speed giving us back just what we need
Friends dropping by with all the time in the world, an alternative
lifestyle is being unfurled
There's no Christmas-hype or talk of snow, end-of-the-year Symitime
is perfectly slow
Summer guests have long flown away, our Island's magic unwinds each
day
An atmosphere of peace now sinks, into those left here with time
to think |
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SYMI
GOLD
Marmalade cats upon the terrace, to greet you every day
Ginger, spice and saffron hues to pass along your way
A golden sky in evening hours, a landscape swathed in honey
Eccentric cockerels showing off imagining they're funny
Golden rays on ochre walls from a late September sun
Sees the slowing down of visitors, their wind-down has begun
As winter looms the tales of woe, in a country far away
Seem distant and so trivial on this golden Symi day
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A THOUGHT
Rainbow cascading the Vigla,
harvest moon over Pedi
Wedding bells in the Village, fresh breath of Meltemi
St George to ourselves, potatoes from Tilos
A nameday at Seskli, baby donkey by Mylos
Fotinos long gone, Paco taking a snooze
Tinsmith tapping ‘Kalosteh’, children wearing new shoes
Fireworks at Easter, waiting for mail
The bincats of Kampos, a small gecko’s tail
Wild iris and poppies, winter friends from afar
Water fill-up on Tuesdays, the bright Northern star
A thought for the future, what may happen tomorrow
Will be just a memory of either sadness or sorrow
A moment in time or an evening so rare
Your senses awakened and a lifetime to share
© Melanie Sharp Symi 2002 |
Through the eyes of a child
Symi as a ‘grown – up’ place, we’ve loved and heard and seen
But to the Symi of a youngster’s mind we’ve never ever been
Until the last few ‘family’ weeks when our nieces came to stay
And what a time we all have had on a terrific holiday
At Birthday parties on the beach the menfolk played like babes
Water pistols aimed and fired – a ‘war’ amongst the waves!
On the Triton round the Island trip our girlies squealed with pleasure
After barbee time on Sesklia, we went to look for treasure
Loulou dog had so much fun especially swimming in the sea
With the children down in Pedi, the trio so safe and free
The blond-haired chatterboxes soon made many friends
But as with all good things in life, it soon came to an end
We’ll miss the children’s laughter, their visit was pure delight
They showed us a Symi unknown before, through a totally different light
© Melanie Sharp Symi 2006 |
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