Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Hillol Ray, D.Litt., Ph.D. (Doctor of Humanity), D.Phil. (Theology), Ph.D. (Honoris Causa), Poet Laureate, Author, Translator, is an Environmental Engineer with the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) in Dallas, Texas. He is listed in Who’s Who in Asian-Americans, Marquis Who’s Who in America, Who’s Who in Science and Engineering, and Who’s Who in the World. “Wings of Time”, “Metamorphic Portrait” (Amazon. Com) -recently released.
Widowed Wind and Namesake River
By Hillol Ray
Forecast revealed a bad weather and fall of barometric pressure,
As the widowed wind, my friend, held me tight by the coattail-
And the retiring herons flying back to evening nests
Chimed their melodious voice without a fear to fail!
The echoes were heard in my elephant ears,
And they alerted me well in darkness after-
While the frightened children in their tents huddled,
As the war horse left them orphan without laughter!
The breaths of morning dews said ‘hi’ to butterflies,
And the full moon’s grace hovered on a juniper tree-
But the torn lonely warzone felt deserted,
And the burnt grasses wanted to be free!
The cavern hollows remained cool in silence,
And huge copper sun blazed the early morn-
While the baby elf on the slope of Vermont hill
Felt hungry and twisted the ears of sweet corn!
Azalea and marigold walk hand in hand, on garden sand,
To usher in prompt arrival of Spring and bathe in cheers-
But the footsteps of the elderly mother mingled
In memories of adolescent fun wailing in tears!
Now with waves of time, the remaining years of my life
Will linger or graze behind my friend, a namesake river-
And the last echo in my poetic heart will pause someday,
To look back quietly where once I stood just to shiver!!!
November 8, 2022
© Copyright November 8,2022 by Hillol Ray
Wandering Winds of Sentiments
By Hillol Ray
A recent visit of the mirage by the deserts of Arizona,
Flipped my Bedouin mind totally into upside down-
And the tremulous sentiments twisted and turned,
While I traveled in the cacophony of the new town!
The ambient winds burned my megabyte brain,
And wandered around the coffined Gods in shroud-
While my journey through the deserts and graveyards,
Kept on nudging to make me feel millennium’s proud!
Heaven knows how, when, what, and where
The sources of good or bad life begin or end-
And navigates through the fluctuating sentiments,
To steer them slowly towards Indiana at South Bend!
Mordant laughter shook the ambient prevailing winds,
And blabbed aloud the reticent minutes and hours-
But the sentiments assembled or disintegrated
With the quick fall of rain as heavenly showers!
Sentiments, old and new, are restless and plagued,
With unpredictable brooding desire of young or old man-
And weave neatly with lust and thirst,
To exhibit beautifully on the designer’s scan!
To me, wishes are the Arabian horses that like to trot
Day and night, in rain or shine, as my own heartthrob!
While the sentiments of my desires love to crawl or fumble,
To deliver sympathy or empathy with dumb-stricken sob!
The core of every life, young or old, craves for a balance,
As needed when we try to ride a bike-
And the vision of a sage, or the command of the General,
Fashions or rejects the mobility to take a hike!
Eternal years of human errors and terrors in our memories
Still sway the wandering winds of sentiments today-
And I lean my cheek on any conscious neck nearby me,
Whose death-cries unfold normally in April and May!!
January 18, 2021
© Copyright January 18,2021 by Hillol Ray