Vasilios Theodorakis – An Online Author

He was but a sigh
Pushed past by the frenzied wind.
He was but a flicker
In the passing of incandescent light.

But his transient presence,
Served a purpose
Touching many souls
And sowing the seeds of self worth.

Much pain was suffered,
At no one’s expense.
Much was lost
Without them knowing.

No reward was ever given,
Or recognition bestowed.
No thanks, no handshakes
Or smiles of reflection.

He could have complained,
But never did.
He passed through life’s contracted seasons,
Ending in the sunset of a perfect summer.

Too simple a story for us today,
But simplicity, is still the strength of the world.
It powers life… powers purpose…
Powers the duality which is everlasting in the face of adversity.

Dedication (For A.B.Robertson at K.S.H.S.)
Audio Version (To Be Added)
Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1987
(2nd poem written in 1986 – exact date of writing unknown)

This caligraphy was created using old fashioned fountain pens and originally embossed the folder that housed the ‘Growing Up’ anthology – 1983 to 1990. I still have these pens but rarely get a chance to use them.

A lot has changed since 1987. I’ve been using programs like Adobe Illustrator and Adobe Photoshop to carry out font work like this, for over 12 years now.

Copyright © Vasilios Theodorakis 1987