Poetry by Anna Banasiak

  latte 

dreams about you
still wandering along the milky way
at infinity
mixed with coffee
restore me joy of life
in the morning

 

Park of changes

the colours of autumn are spilling
images hit like foaming waves
green is retreating
extinguished
disappears into the depths of the pond
leaning trees look at each other
in the red eye of the park
they uproot
listened to silenece
suddenly red setter
barked the world
and all
returns to its places

 

Orchard’s Metaphysics

I’m a tree
in my orchard of moods
suspended in time
introverted

I’m moved by the gust of wind
calmed
by soundless sound

rooted I taste life
with the language of metaphysics

bark-free naked
with crushed interior
shrouded in the mystery of duration

temple of leaves
firmaments of roots
moved by touch

of untouchables
among people
in the middle of existence
I’m a tree

 

Pause

I drift off
to the dream room
dad sways lightly in a rocking chair
with a cup of espresso
free from hustle and worries
I open the coffer with imagination
music seeps from the radio
Alti streches lazily
we all grab happy
the last moment
of this summer

 

Mother’s Hands

You baked for me
the world
smelling of bread
of childhood
Your hands full
of memories
still
warm
from words and
emotions
stopped time
in my
poems
 

Cakes

with afternoon tea I come back
to the past
when you were here
we baked apples
with crumble
dog in the kitchen
fawned over you
the smell of baked cabbage
teased everyone
nicely
smelt this time

 

Masquerade

to Edward Hirsch
I'm leaving my body
the costumes are borrowed
from the changing room of life
my face belongs to a foreign person
for the moment
someone's invisible hand
removes my life
as a used prop
I'm leaving
to start playing
in the new mask

 

Van Gogh's Ear

The space is blurred
I see men in the fur of red birds
yellow clocks wearing hats
are sitting at the table
mirrors are laughing at me
things are ticking
in the echo of chaos
I spread
burning wings
suspended
in doubled dimensions
the sea of colours
is shaping sadness
I feel so lonely
in my locked reality

 

The Dancer

a drop of water
unique in cosmos
in the changing river of time
passing like a single life
I'm only a shadow
dancing in the emptiness

 

Poetry

thoughtfully
slowly I grow up
to myself
I distort time
with words
I turn the world
upside down
stopped
in the land of my childhood 

 

 

Poetry by Anna Banasiak

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