The Source
Of Love
At the top of
the stairs to your Church,
crumbs of
eternity were scattered.
Between them, I
found the sweetness of your heart.
You asked me to
stay, even though, I was unworthy.
You forgave my
sins and didn't ask for anything.
You bestowed
never-ending love on me.
The memory of
your gentle touch,
set me aflutter,
and envelope in boundless trust
You, conjuring
the mirage of endless love,
You drop down
like rain on me with Heavenly brightness.
Stand close by
me – stay in my soul and mind
and deep down in
my heart – wherever I shall be, please.
The Farewell
Outside the
window on the flower bed
colorful autumn
is dancing
on brown leaves,
sun showered in gold.
The sky has lost
its brilliance, and it is so sad.
The air is thick
with sorrow and grief.
Although you are
not here, you are still around,
your scent on
the pillow surrounds me,
your picture in
the wooden frame on the wall,
a constant
reminder.
You are in my
heart and always will be.
Tomorrow is the
day I should say goodbye,
throw a handful
of sand on your casket
to signify the
end.
I am not sure if
I can do it,
because how can
you say, ''goodbye my love''
when I love you
so much and it hurts.
From the open
wardrobe, the black dress is looking at me
Those black
slippers do not match my colorful outfits.
A black hat with
a veil sits in a box in the center of the table -
Black does not
suit you or me ...
we always loved
pastel colors, do you remember?
Longing For
The Stars
Once, God traveled
the Universe, on the back of a comet.
He passed swarms
of stars and nebulae, gray shapeless planets. Meteors rushing to destruction,
spinning debris building up a new star or a moon. Hot and cold suns, moons, and
black holes, until in this swarm of impassive nothingness, God saw the Earth
and fell in love with it.
He sat on the
edge of the blue ocean, He squinted his eyes at the Sun and saw under the
closed lids how a man is born on Earth.
And He gave man
authority over the Earth, over animals and plants. And God sent Angels down
among the people and taught them how to sow, how to build houses. How to set
the fire, how to hunt, how to heal wounds after the fight.
God only asked
people to take care of their land, their home, because there is no other like
this in the entire Universe.
Sadly people
became greedy, and they did not care for their homeland as promised. They
robbed the Earth of its riches, cut down forests, and killed animals not for
food but for their fun.
People didn't
know why but had always missed the stars, so they built rockets to reach them.
From the height of the sky, they saw how they ravaged Mother Earth. And they
searched for God up in the sky but did not meet him. God, however, looked at
them with fear.
And for the
Earth, the last day had come when the mindless, resembling man pressed the red
button, and the Earth exploded into millions of pieces. The moon flew far into
space, and people returned to the stars as the stardust.
People could
still look at the stars with longing and admiration, however, they decided to
choose to wreak havoc to reach them.
BOZENA HELENA MAZUR-NOWAK
BOZENA HELENA
MAZUR-NOWAK
was born in Opole, Poland. In
June 2004, she decided
to emigrate and left for Great Britain, where she still lives. The longing for
her birth country intensified her need to write. For many years she wrote,
"into the drawer". She published 19 collections of poetry, four in
Polish, and the rest in international translations. Proud holder of many
international awards and prizes, including the multiple Doctor Honoris Casa.
Despite nearly twenty years abroad, she has not accepted foreign citizenship.
In his biography, he proudly emphasizes his Polishness and Opole as the city of
birth. The author's poems have been presented on Australian, Canadian, and
Spanish radio. Bozena Helena Mazur-Nowak is invited to participate in
international poetry festivals worldwide. She is very happy that her poetry and
prose are understandable and appreciated by readers without Polish roots.
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