Thirst In The Chest

Snapshots from a poet’s day

Photo by Aziz Acharki on Unsplash / The letters were added by the author.

A poem needed to be written;
the poet was burning in creation’s heat.
The words were pulsating in his head,
speeding up his heartbeat.

He tried to find a space of time
where the day could become slower,
to choreograph the swirling words,
to put their dancing sounds in order.



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Anthi Psomiadou

Anthi Psomiadou


Writing, Life Coaching, Criminology, and more. But I simply do these, I am not these. I just am. Born and living in Greece (in both Ancient and modern…)