ALINA ANNA KUBERSKA

 

ALINA ANNA KUBERSKA

 

Life Is An Instant

 

she was torn between love

and the desire to run away from it

 

her heart longed for a touch

she did not want to lick the fruit though

but to bite into the pulp

 

a feeling as elusive as a rainbow

she sifted every day

separating the one that had eroded

 

a theater of dreams one of a kind

and longing for something

she could not catch

they kept her sane

 

was she was happy

living in the dark of her own choice

 

Lavender Dreams

 

I was dreaming of lavender hills

- I run barefoot, reveling in the scent

I love dreams written with carefreeness

without the burden of years

and there is no clock measuring the time

a total trip

without energizers

mischievous soul goes mad

violet carpet padded with happiness

and the heart wants to waltz

such dreams are pure joy in the morning

 

A Cup Of Truth

 

the dusty piano was standing in the corner

dying quietly

 

once every keystroke

filled the heart with music

 

now it decorates the living room

of the people with a wooden ear

 

pretends to be an imaginary ancestor

 

Trees Weep

When They Sink Into Oblivion

 

soon

gardens will stop bearing flowers

trees will wither

birds will not find a shelter

because a man will forget how to live

in harmony with nature

 

poets eulogists of nature

they fight for survival with words

they want to instill wisdom in the soul

of people without imagination

 

unfortunately, a ruthless decision-maker

whose greed takes his mind

kills and takes the oxygen of life

Ove Ending In The Abyss Of Water

 

he gave her a silver ring

before the tide took him away for ever

now it lies in the old jewel case from grandma

 

memories came back

whenever she went to the sea

she kept looking for some sign in the abyss of waves

she wanted to feel the touch and taste of lips

 

waves flooded her feet

she didn't feel the cold

another lonely tear

ran down her cheek

 

TRANSLATION OF POEMS EWA KUBERSKA

 

ALINA ANNA KUBERSKA

 

ALINA ANNA KUBERSKA was born in 1949 in Aleksandrów Łódzki, but she has lived all her adult life in Łódź. She is the mother of two daughters and a son. She has four granddaughters. She made her debut with the book "Angel in the vestibules" published in London. She also had her first soirée there. She is the author of six volumes. She also published two novels and two collections of short stories. Her poems are included in the literary bimonthly" Poetry Today ", Almanacs," White Chronicles "and several dozen Anthologies published in Poland and abroad. She has presented her poetry not only in Poland, but also abroad, including London, Birmingham and Lithuania. She is the vice-president of the Association of Polish Authors, Branch II in Warsaw, a member of the "Sochaczew Literary Evenings - ATUT" Association For several years she ran an international poetry portal. She treats her adventure with poetry as an escape into a better world. Writing gives her not only joy, but also great satisfaction that there is someone who reads poems and finds some of their experiences in them. She loves traveling and photography. She combines these passions, writing travel reports documented with photos. Her motto: "Art does not demand a sacrifice of life - you must love what you do, but you must not be enslaved."