O troubled Isle of Aphrodite
So battered by hostile winds
that vie with one another
When will this storm abate?
O thou, my father’s land
Thy very heart so torn and so in pain
A castaway from thy native land
thy core is rent in twain
Strewn across thy verdant carpet
Soldiers have trampled thou like mire in the streets
O Cyprus, the lovely isle of fruitful vine
When will you breathe again?
I am a writer, a poet, a pilgrim, a missionary and a wife! I find writing to be a form of catharsis. My poems are imbued with deep empathy and begging for answers. Sometimes my lines are overlaid with religious nuances only to provide a compass for my journey in life and jumping-off point for my inspiration. I hate great talkers as everything runs out of them like leaky pitchers. My poetry can be found online and in print. For more information, drop by my blog at:sofiakioroglou.wordpress.com