Wednesday, December 1, 2021

ALICJA MARIA KUBERSKA

 

ALICJA MARIA KUBERSKA

 

Autumn Mandala

 

the wind prays and meditates

it stripped the park trees

of colorful leaves

and composed a mandala of human fate

 

the leaves lie side by side

flabby birch

mighty oak

colored maple

 

trees no longer compete for space

 water and sun

they teach each other

and succumb to the passing

 

St. Andrew's Day

 

Summer days

burned down in the color of the leaves

blurred in the gray

flew away with the key of the cranes

 

It's already autumn

- the wind hums louder and louder

and spreads the seeds of melancholy

to the ground gray with cold

 

the time

of phantoms hidden in the twilight

of flickering candles

and soothsayers and poets

has come

 

now

through the keyhole

the future can be seen

and fate can be read

in the game of shadows

 

A Room With A View

 

in hotel life

there are apartments

with a panoramic view

of the mountains or the sea

and modest rooms for a wanderer

 

I got a sideline room

at the junction of time

between today and yesterday

 

my door opened up

to the morning bustle in the kitchen

 and window

for the leftovers of the day

 

in the morning

petals of wilted flowers spilled

and the champagne was foaming loudly

 in the broken bottles

 

what am I doing here? - I asked the suitcases

and I didn't open the interior

 

it's time to go on a journey

far is the way to the stars


Last Supper

 

Apostles of the word

came from all over the world

to give their ego

hidden in the verses

 

Everyone wants 

to see their reflection in the Master's eyes

to stay in his memory

and for good remember his stories

 

When the hourglass turns

some will be denying three times

some will give a kiss of death

few will cry 

ALICJA MARIA KUBERSKA

 


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