JADWIGA BUJAK-PISAREK

JADWIGA BUJAK-PISAREK

FOR A FEW MOMENTS

Future

in colorful dresses

with wreaths of July in the hair -

the sun was setting on the highlights.

The same smile

they covered us, home, garden,

until the flowers are ashamed

they humbly embraced the goblets.

Jealous dature greeting

they seduced with the smell,

sure of your place -

for nothing to try.

Future,

they looked with the eyes of love

the most beautiful, cleanest

infinitely trustful ...

ANOTHER SUMMER PASSES

Leaves fall from the trees again

they rustle the memorized song -

someone longs for traces.

You walk these roads.

The wind caresses the voice

laughter rocks branches -

stay with them for longer.

Here the emotion falls,

they remember moments

from time spent.

The soul is more and more often

she is praying for death.

Do not go far.

FRIEND

He will forget about us tomorrow

although time will go on

and on the clock face

again the wheel will roll.

The voice will be silent.

The wind will not find a look,

he will not hear a breath.

The fog will take names.

But today I can still

thank you that you have been.

Happiness that lifts,

evil which sometimes happens.

My strength in disease

advice, support, suffering.

Love without which,

emptiness will be existence.

IN ONE MOMENT

Another day

he did not take the colors.

The sun amid the clouds

I was looking for clearances.

From filled benches

prayers flowed -

quiet as breath.

In a tiny wafer

after transubstantiation,

so good that it's unreachable

descended

The heart fell silent

in the second of love.

VOICES OF SILENCE

He's not looking anymore, he does not have to,

solving slowed down -

even stubborn thoughts

they have time for prayer.

However, every morning,

the sun's ray just what

on crystals

day colors with color

discovers the unknown.

The wind from the peaks brings

new news.

Every day

getting quieter, getting farther

but closer to you.

JUST ENOUGH

At your fingertips,

but only the eyes look

touch of the wind

caresses the cheeks.

At your fingertips

but only a voice

Laughter desperately

it calms your desires.

And break out of silence,

to dance, to sing.

At your fingertips -

other ends of the world.

JADWIGA BUJAK-PISAREK

JADWIGA BUJAK-PISAREK Born on May 22, 1957 in Świebodzice. A clothing technician by education. Editorial secretary of E-Literaci.pl Winner of many poetry competitions. Poet of the Year 2015 honored by the editorial staff of Dziennik E -Literaci Statuette for the overall activity on the literature field in the past five years 2010 - 2015. A member of the Literary Association 'Witryna' in Stalowa Wola. A member of the International Literary Artistic Group "Kwadrat" in Krakow. A member of the Association of Polish Authors in Warsaw. She has published four volumes, is a co-author of six literary issues. Ten Anthologies including one religious Her poems appeared in three international anthologies. Her poems are translated into English. They are published in the international monthly: "OUR POETRY ARCHIVE ONLINE MONTHLY POETRY JOURNAL ". For several years, he has been publishing on the E-Literaci.pl website , where she gained a lot of regular readers. Participant of Festivals, literary workshops and meetings: Festival of Song and Patriotic Poetry in Lubaczów -IIIrd place for the poem "Still today"; First Festival "Lubaczów Poetic Autumn" in Lubaczów , where her two poems were available to the Museum of the Borderlands; • Participant of the 15th "Jurassic Poetic Autumn" from Złoty Potok and "Festival of Slavic Poetry" Cieszyn 2015; • Founder of the Non-affiliated Group of Saffo Poets; at GBP in Zebrzydowice and organizer of cyclical meetings in poetry in Zebrzydowice He leads a series of meetings on poetry at the D.S.S. in Cieszyn. Country Poland. Nationality-Polish. Mother Tongue –Polska. Resident of Polska