Leonard Gorski Poems

An homage

I paid homage to Beauty's altar
Not conscious that it is only skating rink or…
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Unmanifested gives to think
About its existence.

Like space, which is revealed
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The bird, surprised by the larger circles, staggered across the sky.
The forest stood in a silence it had never experienced before.
The river flowed slowly, flushing meanderers in the wicker shore.
And the reed, so sensitive to the wind, slept, standing still.
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I, the poet, wandering and amazed
Nailed by unhappiness to the wall
By age and poverty,
On which floor of stupidity or ignorance I dwell?
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I, Sisyphus, am tired,
Not tiredness, just tired.
Chained invisible chain
To the path I chose myself?
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In white day
In the darkness, I step,
Not understanding the intricacies of life.
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