Thursday, December 1, 2022



Death Of A Home


At the edge of a village,

abandoned wooden cottage grows into the earth,

bowed with the burden of cares,

like a little old woman.


Curious rain peeks in

through the hole in the roof.

It waters the slender birches planted

by wind inside the room.


In the windows,

remnants of curtains compete

with thick threads of spider webs.

The moon and the sun

take turns looking at their reflections

in the broken window panes.


Feral raspberries entwine the walls

 with a thicket of green arms.

Tall Hollyhocks blush red among rust grasses.


Single pickets

outline the grounds of the old garden.

Lush weeds overrule the fertile soil.

Each year, the rotten apple tree

bears bitter tasting fruit,

enormous walnut

spreads great fingers full of shade.


A once-modest Linden sapling

transformed into an enormous tree

and golden bees quietly humming

a song of sweet flowers.


Industrious black ants slowly

give the home back to nature.

They carry it piece-by-piece,

straight to heaven.


A Letter To My Father


Dear Dad!


I do not have you so much

 -almost nothing is left

Only a few things have hidden

somewhere in the house.

 The wooden hangers, in our wardrobes,

have forgotten you for a long time.

The leather shoes went far into the world.


There are no more documents and business cards

with sweeping signatures, on which letters

climbed sharply up

and then they were falling down.

They like steel bridges tied the edges of the pages

but now they flew away somewhere.


Everything went away and disappeared.

A few faithful items stayed with me.

They whisper about you from time to time.

Dad, visit me in my dreams, please.

Do not tell me you are busy now...




She stayed alone,

like an expensive cup

without a saucer.



supports and protects her

And she cannot give

her warmth to anyone


She is still beautiful,

but lonely.

She does not fit the set.




They say she is insensitive.

Standing stiffly

she appears indifferent,

suspended in time,

like a spider on a thread.

She is neither shouting nor crying,

Silence surrounds her

and she is cold like a stone.

Niobe knows

how it is to be a fossilized pillar.




ALICJA MARIA KUBERSKAawarded Polish poetess, novelist, journalist, editor. In 2011 she published her first volume of poems entitled: “The Glass Reality”.  Her second volume “Analysis of Feelings”, was published in 2012. The third collection “Moments” was published in English in 2014, both in Poland and in the USA. In 2014, she also published the novel – “Virtual roses” and volume of poems “On the border of dream”. Next year her volume entitled “Girl in the Mirror” was published in the UK and “Love me”, “(Not) my poem” in the USA. In 2015 she also edited anthology entitled “The Other Side of the Screen”. In 2016 she edited two volumes: “ Taste of  Love” (USA), “Thief of Dreams” (Poland) and international anthology entitled “ Love is like Air” (USA).Next year she published volume in Polish entitled “ View From the Window”, collection of love poems in Arabic and English entitled “ Love like arabesque ( together with Egyptian poet Mandour Saleh Hikiel). In 2018 she published international anthology “Love Postcards” and her volume in Russian entitled “Selected poems”. She is a chief editor of series of anthologies entitled “Metaphor of Contemporary” (Poland) . Her poems have been published in numerous anthologies and magazines in Poland, Czech Republic, Slovakia, the UK, Belgium, Bulgaria, Hungary, Albania, Spain, Turkey, Argentina, Chile, Peru, Israel, the USA, Canada, India, Malaysia, Saudi Arabia, Italy, Uzbekistan,  South Korea, China, Taiwan, South Africa, Zambia, Nigeria and Australia. Her volumes were translated into Albanian language by famous poet and academic Mr Jeton Kelmendi, into Telugu language by famous Hindu poet Mr Lanka Siva Rama Prasad, into Turkish by famous Turkish poet Metin Cengiz, into Italian by famous Italian poetess Maria Miraglia and into Arabic by famous Syrian poetess Shurouk Hammouud. She won : distinction (2014) and medal (2015) on Nosside poetry competition in Italy, statuette in Lithuania (2015), medal of European Academy Science, Arts and Letters in France (2018)), award of Cultural Festival International “Tra le parole e l’ infinito” Italy (2018) She was also twice nominated to the Pushcart Prize in the USA. Alicja Kuberska is a member of the Polish Writers Associations in Warsaw (Poland), E- literaci (Poland)and IWA Bogdani, (Albania). She is also a member of directors’ board of Soflay Literature Foundation (Pakistan), Our Poetry Archive (India). She is Polish Ambassador of Culture of The Inner Child Press (the USA). She belongs to Editorial Advisory Board of Sahitya Anand (India) and IPA Editorial (India).

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