Here is what Yiannis Klouvas, my dear friend from Rhodes, who is the owner of amazing “Blue Lagoon” and “Balsamico”, told me about those beautiful pieces of sea glass.
“The Bamboulas” was a club, 500 meters from my house
at nights we could listen to the music.
Many great singers from Greece used to come there in their early years, before they became famous.
Close to that club there was a beach where we were swimming,
and next to that there was a boat yard where they were fixing boats.
The people were used to drink beers and alcohol and then throw the bottles into the sea.
It takes 30-40 years to those sharp pieces of glass to be smooth like that, while they are under the sea,
and then to reach the seashore.”
From time to time Yiannis goes there to collect them
and then at home he turns them to an art.
…Hearing from Yiannis the story of the amazing sea glass,
and looking at his photos lighted up my imagination and brought me
to write most of those poems.
The cry of the sea glass
Leftt behind
Until their tears dried
Until they came out
From a desert of water
Wearing their colors
Of spring
Waiting
To be loved.
Oil lamp of thousand years
Do you still remember the fire
Do you still remember the burns and the shades of life
Drowned in a sea of silence and eternity
Turn into frozen stone
What made You wake up this morning
Shaking off the water
And asking for fire
To light your heart
Once again.
Early in the morning
He goes to the sea
To fish
The sea glass.
They are spread on his sea shore
Which nobody sees
Or knows
His years.
And he pulls them from the water
And lets them start
A new life.
Collect them
When they are smooth and
Leaving their thorns
In the sea behind
I don’t mind
Waiting
Thirty years
Till they will be
Clear
As tears
Landing on my sands
Ready to be loved.
Once, they were young bottles
Swinging in manly hands
And when they were empty
With nothing to give
They were thrown away from the club
To the sea
And were broken to pieces.
Thirty years the sea caressed them
The waves sang to them each night
Until they healed their
Broken hearts,
Until they threw off their edges
And turned smooth and bright
Like fruits on the golden sand.
The sea pours out its beads-
Hearts of green and blue and orange
Hearts of Turquoise, black or gray,
Brown, white and of two faces
Hearts that smile, sing or cry
Hearts that are ready to take a risk and to fly,
Hearts that wish to discover or to rest
Hearts that want to be
In the playground
Again.
Like the Sea
There is no yesterday
There is no tomorrow
I am sand that yearns
With all its goldness
To draw your head round,
Follow me.
So once more you will leave
And again you’ll return
To sing
To my shells
As you break apart
And curl up
Like the sea.
You will bring
Unto me
All the treasures of your heart
Whisper and weep,
Rupture and rage
As you fill my vessel
With love.
Don’t
Don’t collect any more shells
They lose their sea smells
When they awake.
Pirate
I insist on being a pirate
Bent on capturing a ship full of love
For myself.
Trailposts
I waited for you
Without knowing the year we agreed to meet
I was a skipping bird
A butterfly flouting its colours
I was even a goldfish among the seastars
If you passed by you would have seen the
Light
Color
Water
That I shed off
Leaving you as trailposts.
If you don’t ask me to dance
I won’t show my colors
I won’t sprinkle gold
I will plunge,
In a shell –
A white pearl
Who has lost her voice
At sea.
But
If you trap me
In your net of light
And ask me to dance for you
I will rise
And dance
Till there is no water
Above.
Memories
Memories in my hand
Like the pebbles
Of the sea
That I collected.
My fingers are still wet
And blue
From the turquoise waves
Which touched
The sea that opened
In my heart.
I still stand bewitched,
By the shells, the corals and the stars
That pulled me into depths
The likes of which I’ll never know.
Tranquil now
Tranquil now
This boat which has landed
On the sands
And shrugged off all the water.
No longer touching the raging gales
Nor gathering waves
Into its body
Ravaged by those wet hands pained
Yet forgiving. Now
Tranquil
Sinking roots into
The sands.
Wikipedia
“Sea glass and beach glass are similar but come from
two different types of water. “Sea glass” is physically
and chemically weathered glass found on beaches
along bodies of salt water. These weathering processes produce natural frosted glass. “Genuine sea glass” can be collected as a hobby and can be used to make jewelry. “Beach glass” comes from fresh water and in most cases has a different pH balance, and has a less frosted
appearance than sea glass. Sea glass takes 20 to 30 years,
and sometimes as much as 50 years, to acquire its characteristic texture and shape.”
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