Tuesday, May 1, 2018

BARBARA MAZURKIEWICZ



BARBARA MAZURKIEWICZ

WHEN THE TIME OF RUSSET TOUCHES US

Pac, pac -
the last crumbs of summer are falling tenderly.
Between here and there, the country / images fade.
I'm full of inspiration -
until the last stanza.

Autumn is sweet,
it smells of shadow and dried plums.
Mists, like leaves fall softly on the grass.
I'm silent, my breath is listening in the ground -
sketching the next hour.

Something is dying, it is muddling speech and streams.
Now I know, I love the most
what I lose forever.






UPSTREAM

I am only a passenger of the moment given to me -
it ends and falls apart.
Like a butterfly, I drift in the arms of the wind -
if I do not fall into the abyss, I will learn to fly.

Colors are blurred,
the decades they have been leaving in
post-image images.






MORE AND MORE STRANGERS

It's hard to be someone else -
it's just a game, but it's coming.
Abandonment is worse than exile -
I am like barren land from fallow land.

You wanted to free yourself from ballast yourself
common hours.
You hung between two shores,
when the sky became impoverished for our signs.

A space of silence is defined -
would like to be found
at least one letter worthy of the topic.
You can hear the painful crack of the pen.






TABLET TO DREAM

I have my sky,
I would like you to give.
My eyes azure glow.
Sleep feverish breath.

Because I pray to the Lord
With that I would not advise you.
When scared to sleep
The longing.

I'm still the same,
Although the worlds are new,
Let me tell you even today
Good night Buona notte Comrade Laya.






ROSE BATHED IN RAIN

I liked autumn for four years -
there were to be more and more of them.
You promised to sleep with me
with each night to be closer and more.

I'm dancing again at the bottom of the cup -
I lose my eyelashes trying to stand on them.
Vague vision in the distance - gray somehow.
Once again, I emerge from fantasy.

Nothing brings you closer like the stars -
only they do not fall into the gutter.
I'm not a flower one night
and it's hard for me to believe another fairy tale.


BARBARA MAZURKIEWICZ

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