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ANNA ZAPALSKA

SONGSOPTOK THE WRITERS BLOG | 4/10/2015 |




CHELTENHAM

Once for a while
Time stopped...
On this memorable bench...
Under the old palms of trees,
Once for a while in own sanctuary,
When thoughts flew away
On the seagull wing,
And soul sank well and truly
Into a colourful river of crocuses
Then... my hair shined
as brightly as sunbeams,
Just this once for a while
I died from spring ecstasy
On the bench in Chelten...


ALTER EGO

your sadness
on my face
like a rain of poems
sea of sorrow ...

emptiness of mind
of hopeless delusions
I am your alter ego
waiting with you for new weather
for winds of green direction to bloom


THE ECHOES OF PAST

The wind of past lives in old trees,
Dumb witnesses(trees) still remember
Crying trains without windows,...
Feral acts against the rights of Nature
And that awful continual smell in the air...

It was time not for flowers to bloom,
Trees without leaves, sky without birds,
Gray grass that drank fresh blood only
And that awful persisting smell in the air,
Sweetly-sicking smell of burning bodies...

Boundless inhumanity, silent scream,
People-Numbers cordoned with barb wires,
They lost hair, nails and faith in human at all,
They lost hope and became alive shadows of themselves...
Death was dailiness like an endless uncertainty...

Last bath and such a huge fright ...Where is the water?
With smoke flew guiltless souls and dead dreams
To merge with clouds to relieve finally in silence,
Only unanswered questions hang on the trees
And echoes of past still ask:

Where is humanity?
Where is conscience?
Where is mercy?
Where is Love?

Nowhere-Everywhere...

                             ANNA ZAPALSKA


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