Ryszarda Pelc Poems

Lake Superior- enormous, huge.
Runs to the horizon.
Overflows.
Rumbles like drumbeat of gigantic drums.
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I know.
Someday I will miss Lake Biwa.
I will be longing for Chikubushima.
From my memory I will draw
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I have to confess my sins.
I am guilty
of doing nothing
except
walking on the beach
crushing under my feet
dazzling in sun ray, shiny, fragile shells.
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Born in the heart of the country
she never grew up (really) .
Until now she remembers the tension
around the table at her home in Iowa
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I saw last summer a butterfly’s dance.
I adored its softness, perfection,
Its finesse.
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I can picture you, dear Frederic.
You are there in an immense, half dark room
With a stained- glass window
covered with the curtains of rain.
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