Anna Banasiak

the rustle of autumn leaves
lulled cats
cuddled on the porch
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I swim into
The sounds and shadows
Of the past
Shaping sadness
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a drop of water
unique in cosmos
in the changing river of time
passing like a single life
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thoughtfully
slowly I grow up
to myself
I distort time
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quiet rhythms of jazz
flow in the pouring rain
we cuddle the pillow
my dog and I
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The space is blurred
I see men in the fur of red birds
yellow clocks wearing hats
are sitting at the table
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I got tangled
in time
I'm lost
in the chaos
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The world is running too fast
I swim in the river of things and memories
see the pictures which I have to leave
I close myself in loneliness
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life goes in hand with death
takes off her clothes
playing roles
covered with
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to my mother

I hid You in a poem
still warm
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thoughts fly away
obsessions slowly flow

I‘m
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My time is listening
to the steps under the door
they are growing
everywhere
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sounds behind the window
are in me
hurt
I prefer as before
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cats at the table
purr at the poetry book
as if playing jazz:
furry philosophers
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HE-Puccini, score of happiness, promise of passion. She, in love with his enigmatic look, in a face full of hidden labyrinths, mysterious and incapacitating like Beethoven's symphony. She could not imagine herself without him, she was a wave flowing around the keyboard of his body.
He extracted previously unknown sounds from her, in his strong hands she became an instrument of harmony and delight.
He sang her arias of Verdi and Puccini, painted fiery Pegasus heads, recited Mickiewicz, dreamed dreams.
'I'll plant a tree, build a house for our son, and you'll be with me because I want to. No one will ever love you like I do. You must be mine, immediately, do not say no.
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I am a dragonfly
butterfly
a cone in the dog's mouth
I always wanted to
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I can hide You in my hand
and put
in the house of dolls
don't be afraid
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My poetry book "Duet of Tears" in English and Japanese:


"The reader will shed tears for the beauty of true love".Mariko Sumikura
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There's nothing
to complain about
dance for joy
chew a bit
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dreams about you
still wandering along the milky way
at infinity
mixed with coffee
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