JADWIGA BUJAK-PISAREK
LISTEN
The rain is waking grass up
covered with the greyness,
only to look and magnolias
they will enrapture flowers.
On window sills birds
they are exercising voices,
Singing spring and remains
of winter coolness.
And colours are fading
on spruces put to sleep,
shamed trees
they are hiding the nudity in buds.
Crocus with the snowdrop
colourful clumps form.
Spring with faint footstep
behind the early spring.
DAY BY DAY
Silence is engulfing sounds,
which with delight
they drove to the life
heart, soul, me.
They are falling silent, and still
yesterday
with sun for welcoming the morning
with wings at shoulders -
they raised.
No longer depths smell,
breeze with droplets blurred.
Distant look
over the horizon.
I am humming in order not to forget
songs for the farewell
more and more quietly
Let it stop with me.
INAUDIBLE CONVERSATIONS
Girl in the mirror
she has always had a sad face
and horrified eyes.
On frail cheeks
fear spread the pallor -
he screamed.
Children should not look this way
dressed in the carefree and the
peace
in shoulders.
He freed her smile
When staring at the sky
she listened.
I WILL WALK AWAY
Don't search for me
amongst conversations,
neither on large gatherings.
I will run to the river
and in for her murmuring,
I will listen to the singing of
longing.
Under the oak, I will cry out my
soul,
in hope,
THE TIME WILL COME
trees will hum about us,
flowers will free the note of
memories,
fields will intercept breath of the
wind -
whisper.
And on edges of the tearing river
torn thoughts will rest
al last the will fly away with
waterfall
handing lyrics.
Then the photos will come to life,
the cordial smile and looks,
perhaps they will speak with our
voice
for forgiving fault.
Don't build monuments for us
neither tombstone with the merit.
Where we will be
love is slightly opening the door.
JADWIGA BUJAK-PISAREK
COUNTRY OF ORIGIN POLAND
COUNTRY OF ORIGIN-POLISH
MOTHER TONGUE –POLSKA
POLISH NATIONALITY
RESIDENT –POLSKA
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