ELIZA SEGIET
SUNFLOWERS
A garden has blossomed in mind,
but still awaits the scent.
How beautiful it is,
flowered with a harmony of colours.
Behind the magic wicket,
open for new sensations
Are two stooping heads
of bloomed sunflowers.
They must have been bowing before
love maundering in the distance.
Wind
has slammed the enchanted gates,
felt hunger
and knew,
that although the garden can be imagined,
love needs to be expressed.
THE EASEL
If you had
kept me forever
in pastel
clouds.
My body
would have allured
with the
fond memories.
I would be
dreaming
on a stone
wall,
or a
canvas.
From the
easel I wish to
keep
inviting you to my dream.
If
you had
kept me forever
in the
fragrance of ink.
Or perhaps,
keep me in
your heart only.
I know,
You won’t
do this,
And I,
my Abelard,
will still
pursue love.
THE MARK OF LOVE
She painted
him with her thoughts,
and felt
his imagined touch.
Silky hands
drew the
mark of love
on her
mouth.
She was
with him,
probably...
at the end
of the earth
pulsating
like...
life.
Earth
showered with
salty
pearls.
On her
Beach of Dreams,
she heard
the waves talking,
and him
saying:
“I am happy
with you”.
Did he lie?
Maybe waves
played tricks.
Never mind,
If he was
only imaginary,
though
quite
possible.
Her
everything and nothing.
ELIZA
SEGIET
Kraków, Poland
TRANSLATED BY MARTA SZARA -TURTON
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