I Will Return There
Where
I greeted you
Before
the dawn took over the sky.
With
wind in competition
I
was running along the beach.
Among
the stories
Yesterday
I
was looking for a voice,
Who
remembered us.
On
an empty beach
Bold
amber,
Feet
on the sand
They
played a wake-up call.
And
in the evenings
I
hummed goodnight in the sun,
When
it was plait
Going
to sleep.
Occasionally
Wandering
through my dreams
you
never announce -
you
show up, actually
if
you were still here.
Like
an Angel who is just
came
with an important mission -
wrap
your arms around
full
of love.
Make
me want to stay
at
least a few moments,
without
questions, explanations -
so
real.
With A Sprig In The
Spout
Winged
bird,
if
it was possible -
I
would go to you
to
learn life.
I
am a man and you
tiny
brother -
singing,
wise
and
how resourceful.
You
would teach me
your
look -
joyfully
welcome mornings,
fall
asleep peacefully.
The
house is like a nest
branches
of love,
where
the wind, the rain which smacks
they
will not be scary.
You Come And Then
There
is a smell among the old tenement houses,
a
breath of memories dances under the lamps,
thoughts
commemorate more interesting events
women
in long dresses, men in tails.
The
inclined figure follows in a hurry,
the
horse is pulling a lazy car with a sleepy driver,
in
the windows the flowers shyly develop buds -
mother
expects the return of her children.
Our
Sunday time was a carefree time,
every
grandmother-filled wisdom.
You
transferred me to the world of the greatest values,
respect
for man, love for God.
Today,
in my poems, I am arranging and refreshing voices,
every
moment, as if it were to be repeated,
I'm
happy with small things, I love like you
and
I smile when it's hard for me.
Getting Warmer
She
goes on sticks,
the
field is laid with grass,
fills
the jacks with clattering,
flirtatious
singing.
And
she smells of warm wind,
who
danced in twigs,
and
among primroses and crocuses
collects
fragrances.
And
how to not fall in love now
in
its transience, beautiful colors -
even
grays fill with greenery.
Because
she's on tiptoes,
Flirtatiously
with full elegance
like
love, which in a moment
I'm
delighted.
My Reflection
It's
naïve, I did not believe it was an open window
it
still reveals our privacy to our neighbor.
Why
hang curtains and heavy blinds in it -
opened,
it brings breath and fresh air.
In
the meantime, my window attracts glances,
rushing
with a passer-by, a lady with a dog, parents with children,
an
elderly lady who has just passed by a slow step
Mr.,
what with the cane in his hand went for a walk.
However,
I love my windows and this penetration.
A
life that constantly flows in the flow of time
and
a passer-by who greets with a kind smile,
the
garden and the compositions reflected in the glass.
Jadwiga Bujak-Pisarek
Jadwiga Bujak-Pisarek From Poland Ur. May 22,
1957 In Świebodzice. A clothing technician by education. Editorial secretary
E-Literaci.pl Laureate of many poetry competitions. The Poet of the Year 2015
honored with Statuettes by the editors of Dziennik E-Literaci for the overall
activity in the field of literature in the last five years 2010-2015 and the
100th anniversary of Niepodległości for long-term cooperation. A member of the
Literary Association 'Witryna' in Stalowa Wola. A member of the International
Literary Group "Kwadrat" in Krakow. A member of the Association of
Polish Authors in Warsaw. She has published four volumes and is a co-author of
six literary issues. thirteen anthologies, including one religious and three
international. Her poems are translated into English. They are published in the
international monthly: "OUR POETRY ARCHIVE”, For several years, she has
been publishing on the E-Literaci.pl website, where he gained many regular
readers. Participant of Festivals, literary workshops and meetings: Festival of
Song and Patriotic Poetry in Lubaczów - 3rd place in the poem "Even
today"; The first, second and fourth festival "Lubaczów Poetic
Autumn" in Lubaczów, where her two poems were available for the Museum of
the Borderlands; • Participant of the 15th "Jurassic Poetic Autumn"
in Zloty Potok and the "Festival of Slavic Poetry" Cieszyn 2015.
Participant of the project titled. "ACTIVE SENIOR" Founder of the
independent Saffo Poet group, in GBP in Zebrzydowice and organizer of cyclical
meetings in poetry in Zebrzydowice.
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