JOANNA SVENSSON

JOANNA

SVENSSON

HAMLET

By a street of cobble stone in Helsingör

A lovely Sunday morning

I met in a courtyard

A man I knew before

He reached out his hand

In which he held a notebook

-I have something for thou

He smiled with eyes half shut

-I knew we would meet someday

I’ve chosen you on a journey over time

On a journey where time has no days

-Therefore thou I visited in thy dreams

And sometimes guided thou

For I saw thou had feeling

Thou could sense the balance

Between high and low

Between the beauty and the sad

Where words are filled with emotions

Sometimes they are beautiful

Sometimes they are sad

Because time is unlimited

Using the power of words

-Here is my book

He reached out his hand

-And what was your name?

I bashfully asked

-William, madame

He replied with a bow

He lifted his hat

And then turned around

Disappeared in the courtyard

Where he once did come from

On a Sunday morning in Helsingör

By a street of cobble stone

Almost anything can happen

If you let it

Just allow

Your fantasy

To break free

For just a moment..!

THE DRAGONFLY

A shining dragonfly suddenly landed

On my newly written poem

It gazed at me with astonished eyes

And asked somewhat confused

Why am I not in your new poem?

I – who am so beautiful

You paint the summer with such joyful words

With lovely flowers and butterflies

You fill with love each corner of your poems

A new striped dress-coat for the bumble-bee

The nightingale and his evening aria

The fragrance of the apple tree

You write of fabulous summer nights

With the fullest of a full moon

But what about me then? Who am so pretty

With magic colors in all its shades

Who makes pirouettes on the water surface

Like a master of the ballet

You have not yet put me on paper

But if you do you will clearly see

The words you paint with will be enchanted

Just like the loveliest summer myth!

TO A LITTLE MIDSUMMER GIRL

Oh, what happened to time?

So many years that just went by

Still it seems like only yesterday

When I saw a part of me

Reflecting in your eyes

My lovely little sweet baby child!

Love filled my heart

Love for the newborn life

I felt so enormously proud

My soul rose unexpectedly

My new role – Grandma!

Um-huh! Believe it or not!

I suddenly heard

songs sung by angels

I heard a huge angel choir

They bid you welcome

Welcome to life

I saw a tall white guardian angel

With a burning torch of life

Standing guard by your bedside

Standing guard to protect your life

And today – all of a sudden

You become fifteen – and I ask myself

When did these years pass

From tiny rosebud

To the loveliest sweet rose

I have ever seen!

FIELDS PAINTED WITH SUMMER

Summer painted fields

Just like a sea of poppy flowers

Between heaven and earth

Undreamed dreams are hovering

Dreams undreamed of real true love

Maybe longing for someone

Someone who wants to share

Their seventh heaven with you

For everyone has their own seventh heaven

In daily life

Or maybe, maybe…

My thoughts have captured

One of the undreamed dreams

This dream is only mine

This dream I always dream

Shortly before midsummer

In my dream I see

Summer painted fields

Just like a sea of poppy flowers

I see myself

Hovering between heaven and earth

Dancing pirouettes

With undreamed dreams

With colorful butterflies

Who colored the words of my poem

Words that welcome midsummer

Lovely, joyful midsummer…!

SLEEPLESS NIGHTS

Sleepless nights

In countless numbers

Sleepless nights

When I cursed your name

I fell asleep

I could not fight it

With pasted questions

On my lips

With repressed tears

Cry in my throat

I felt so lonely, so lonely

My life felt like it lost its glow

Sleepless nights

I reached for your hand

Reached for your lips

Tried to hear your heartbeat

Sleepless nights

When I wished you were by my side

when I wished you would take me

Take me in your arms

Sleepless nights

When I fought against my loneliness

When I fought for our love

Fought for you and me

JOANNA SVENSSON

JOANNA SVENSSON JOSEFSSON. She is a swedish author and poet who writes under the name of Joanna Svensson. Although she was born in Warszawa, she has lived most of her life in Sweden and Germany. She writes in three different languages – swedish, polish and german. Among her production are two fiction novels – part one and two in a trilogy – the third is on its way. Further more is a book of poetry in german and two poetry books in Swedish of which the first one is already being translated into English by her husband, who is a language teacher and  graphic designer. She has participated in several anthologies and she is very active in both swedish and polish literature society.  She also gives lectures on the subject of  “Prosperity and success with dyslexia.” She focuses on both teenagers and grown-ups. Because dyslexia should not be an obstacle – it is an advantage!