Rania Angelakoudi (Greece)

 
Rania Angelakoudi (Greece)
 
Rania Angelakoudi was born in Kronaberg Sweden where she spends plenty of her time. She had the opportunity to meet people and places in her different trips exchanging ideas among other artists regarding life, man and Mother Nature she loves too much! Her studies in English Literature and language helped her to meet the international Poets in combination with the Greeks. Her thoughts has been influenced by them as a result she created her own poetical path. Being invited at the poetic festivals in Singapore, Tawian and Hayderabad in India from cultural authorities her poems taking part in international and national anthologies and competitions this offered her significant awards. Some of the most important are: Ιn2015 under the auspices of the Italian Ministry of culture based in Ankona. She was awarded in a special ceremony in Museo della citta and she is the unique Poetess in Greece who has received that honour. She has nominated as the ‘Icon for World Peace’ in November 2016 for the devotion of her penwork to peace. Later in January 2017 she was titled Peace Ambassador at large for Greek and Swedish Branches for World Institute for Peace global organization. She has contributed work to a number of national and international Collections and Anthologies. Via her writing path she was announced a member in honor from FIJET union of Journalists based in France. Her books can be found in the historical library Stadsbiblioteket in Stockholm and her poems have been translated into Italian, Swedish, Bosnian, Spanish, Turkish, Serbian, Arabic, English, Hindi of India and Slavic language.
 
 
Certain Sundays
 
On certain Sundays
the birds on the street
our joy welcomed…
It was spring then!
I shall never forget the musings
with the lapping shore
the song that together we heard…
But it was spring then!
The wildflowers spraying
their fragrance everywhere and the grass
spreading its arms
to you and me…
It was spring full blown!
But winter too was spring!
Those winter Sundays
felt like spring
to you and me…
The golden yellow leaves sparkling
sprawled across our paths…
That’s where I shall go to sprinkle them
with the dew from my eyes…
For thus shall I hold on to
the winters and spring alike.
 
For I can let my tears
flow…
I am not afraid…
Yes! I shall never forget the winter Sundays
that felt like spring
to you and me…
When birds would sing
through nights everlasting
when the Skies would wear their best
to welcome us…
The logs on the fire struggling
our gazes to keep warm
and all of nature swathed in light…
For you and me.
Once it was spring
with you and me!
 
 
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
 
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
to where it bent in the undergrowth;
that’s what Frost said!
And…I crossed the road lead me to you
And….I found you!
Among the mists of the cloudy forests
among the flowers and trees
among the buses and the leaves
I heard the voice of your breath!
 
And think a while in silence
For those who loved you more dear!
For they are the ones
Who will never meant
To cause you sorrow or pain!
And bring this one with you
To those bright colorful land
Holding softly the hand!
 
Thanks for the trial..
For the direction..
For the discovery..
Thanks for everything!
 
 

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