I listen to the rain in Hong Kong
birds sing longing melody
the streets are full of mystical light
I contemplate the Man Mo Temple
recite the poetry of  Su ****

I listen to the rain in Hong Kong
the voices of the SoHo District
merge with the echo of the saint texts
I taste the sounds of the eternal Hong Kong
and my heart is filled with happiness

love for you
never ends
your voice plays in me
music of the sea
dances on
foamy waves
is in my dreams

Dear Poets and readers,I published a book about Mother "lull me lull"?Can You write a few kind words about the book.I'd be delighted.I truly admire Your poetry,Anna Banasiak

I want to touch you
dry with my body
hide
in your arms
and last
so long
until I sculpt you
in my dream
entire

In a rocking chair at the window
she was left alone tired
unwanted
still behind the glass she sees
her sons grandchildren
little granddaughter behind the curtain
sad Anka
only old furniture
faithful to death
remained

Our love is infinite
Your voice
echoes eternity
The sounds of the sea
absorbs moments
Ships sail lazily
Fluttering waves
fill me with desire
I see You,
as in my dream
Stay with me
forever

Meditation - Poem by Anna Banasiak

The heart beats faster and faster louder
sounds words and thoughts quiet down
I drift off to the islands of childhood
body and soul are still muted
they float on the other side
thoughts merge with water
I swim deep into myself
wandering without tips
for transformation
I drift off
getting ahead further
deeper and deeper
heart beats more slowly
becoming quieter

I drift off


to the room of dreams


swaying on the rocking chair


with a cup of coffee


I open my casket with imagination


music seeps gently from the radio


setter stretches lazily


grasping the moment

of this summer

He saved her life. But it was a long time ago…

People were just shadows. Every moment was filled with longing for the lost presence. She has always wanted to stop time. Everything was just a mirage of a changing consciousness. She wasn't sure whether the surrounding reality exists. She felt like a spider tangling a net of events. Among whispers, glances and voices she created fictitious worlds. Every word was a story. The moment reminded her of a river of childhood. She waded in the water like a heron. The water was calm, clear as a mirror. Everything was possible. The boundary between childhood and adulthood did not exist. She has always lived in a world of dreams. Mother told her to keep her feet on the ground.
-Life is a way-she remembered her mother saying it-people can change it and make You happy-there are many ways that You can choose, but it’s not always Your way of life, sometimes You can wander and return, the way can be far away, but it’s worth to fight for Your dreams, always cherish yourself and don’t give up.
She liked to listen to the sounds of life. Existence seen through the mirror was falling apart to pieces. The shapes seemed unreal, immersed in a pure form, without beginning and end. It was closed in the microcosm of her visions.
She wanted to spread out wings and fly away, look at life from a distance. Mother, father, family, it was the world that ensures peace, time was playing her like a doll in spite of passing…
She has always wanted to see him once again and thank him for everything: a new life, friends, family and a helping hand…
Suddenly she saw the light. She listened intently to the melodies of existence woven of the finest matter and dreams. Place where you can immerse yourself and observe the surrounding reality. Light and darkness, colour and sound, everything was repeatable, reflecting the circle of life.
She met him again.
-J. is that You?
The cry of her son has interrupted her musings. Everything has come back to normal. She started a new life.

Anna Banasiak

Fallen leaves.
Withered tree.
Time stood still.
I will come to the garden
caress dreams
of children and our home.

I left love
calming for me the whole world.
I was looking for her all my life.
Now it’s too late.
Miles Davies cuddles loneliness.
I’m a girl swinging in the past.

Mom
I like when you ****** me
remove weights with touch
in the baby tub
I splatter soap bubbles
with rubber toys
safe
in your hands

park like an old clock
stopped
over time
trees told their stories
moved by the fate of a stone
leaves played
like notes
in the autumn sonata
everything has its sense
and a new beginning

Don’t run away from me
I just want to talk
touch You tenderly
purring like a cat
on a tin roof
I will enslave You
to think as I do
about me and in me
though it is dangerous
open me to the world
because mine is closed
baby kitty
don’t try to fight
and so you are mine
shall we purr together
dancing on the roof?

mouth are looking for mouth
between verses
they set free
from the forbidden metaphors
they create the world
without ornaments

sounds behind the window
are in me
hurt
I prefer as before
hidden in silence
and in Your arms
drink tea with lemon
listen to Billy Holiday
hug the dog

calm
the world
for me

I'm looking
at the slow ripple of time.
In the rhythms of the ocean
moving away into the past
The waves take our words
and cast into the abyss.
My soul is floating like a feather.
The darkness
absorbs the fears and anxieties.
Close my eyes.
Do you hear an echo of God
amidst the waves?

languages of love
burn inside me
kisses caress
filling
with sensual music
I want You to play it
without words
I will never
let You go

I come back
to the little ******* a swing
listened to her world
as if whole life
was not mine
the tastes of childhood
the smell of mince pie
jasmine tea happy barking of the dog
mingle in the teaspoon of sugar
we swim with father
immersed in poetry and the sound of crickets
time has stopped
the river exceeds lazy everyday life
it accepts everything
takes the memory of things

I got tangled
in time
I’m lost
in the chaos
of things postponed for later
thoughts are silent
life goes on too fast
in the compartments
I’m confused by the turn of things

death deletes tickets

 searching for me
 in the waiting room of life

I’m four feet tall
in the Japanese dress
I climb the trees
chase butterflies
I walk the turtle Winnie
score goals
watch fairies on the wall
about Bear Fąfeluszek about The Snow Queen
I do not want to grow up
I listen to Gulliver’s Travels and Eskimo tales
I slip into a well without a bottom
everything happens too fast
time is rushing like a train set
in a playroom

My life is racing with time

I’m running
beyond the boundaries of this world
behind the turn
of love and death

On the walk I wobble like willows
crying in the abandoned park
nature blows up with colours
It’s free like a wind
Men come and go
In an empty house everyone is a stranger
I don’t want to run without You

I turn
into the tunnel
without exit

the rustle of autumn leaves
lulled cats
cuddled on the porch

under the dark blue sky
full of stars
in the moonlight

I see my children
sing them lullabies
read poems
happy
in my real home
hugging my love

listened to the croaking in the pond
the dance of leaves
dreamy

slowly I find myself
in the dark and bright
future

Daddy
where are You
I can't fall asleep
will You show me a film
on the wall
tell the story
of the golden duck
together we will find
the enchanted pencil
and we will write from the start
my dreams

I hid You in a poem
still warm
like Your look
and words of love
true
like my and your life
I’m not afraid any more
it’s a present for You

I am a dragonfly
butterfly
a cone in the dog's mouth
I always wanted to
be higher than dreams
dark glasses
birds insects
everything becomes one
as air
and light
in dead space

back home
unnoticed

There was a puddle on the sidewalk.
Someone walked by
splashed me healthy
I immersed in the soul of the puddle
Someone passed me quickly without a word
frog happily croaked
water splashed loudly
the puddle burst into tears in fear.

I'm longing for my promised land
words fly free like birds
building bridges between cultures
the world is whirling
in the words of Li Bai
peace is a flower
it blossoms gently
in the Chinese garden
opening the sky for everyone

languages of love
burn inside me
kisses caress
filling
with sensual music
I want You to play it
without words
I will never
let You go

The Taste


I come back
to the little ******* a swing
listened to her world
as if whole life
was not mine
the tastes of childhood
the smell of mince pie
jasmine tea happy barking of the dog
mingle in the teaspoon of sugar
we swim with father
immersed in poetry and the sound of crickets
time has stopped
the river exceeds lazy everyday life
it accepts everything
takes the memory of things

life goes in hand with death
takes off her clothes
playing roles
covered with
non-existence
dancing like a shadow
in the cyclone of white
parodies all in the mask
body tired of being
silent
in the dance
of non-existence

park like an old clock
stopped
over time
trees told their stories
moved by the fate of a stone
leaves played
like notes
in the autumn sonata
everything has its sense
and a new beginning

You baked for me the world
smelling of bread
of childhood
still warm
from words and emotions
Your hands full of memories
stopped time for me
run out from my poems
I will hide you in dreams.

Grandma, is that you?
I heard your voice.
Why have you gone?

We'll go to Saint Anthony
to find the keys and glasses
in the lost past.

I can't sleep in an empty house.
It is so dark here.
Loneliness drowns out thoughts.
I'm afraid of the noise of silence.
Tara doesn't want to go
squealing with grief.
I'll take the grid,
make the tea,
find the keys
only come back.

Without you I'm lost
in the clutter of life.

Love me
with music of the sea
screaming seagules
push ships swimming
lazily  
enjoy me
in Bach's crazy rhythm
with fluttering waves
come
in my immutability

I am the source
drink me
blossom in my kiss
I want to feel Your touch
in me
don't walk away

without you
I'm the crying desert.

I was looking for God
in the echo of the waves
I heard
the music of things
the light of the sea
filled me
with tranquility

I'm searching for Your caresses

Let me drink the heat of Your mouth

I can’t stop

My hands wander in darkness

The waves hit the shore With desire

The island is free Like a bird

Warm me up With Your love

In the endless game

I enter
the drawers of memory
I’ m searching for
good times
hidden in the fragile porcelain cup
images of my family
sounds of memories
the past purrs like a cat
I remember my mother
sewing clothes
captured in a smile
her warm look and words
enchanting reality
father telling stories
heard
from grandfather
I close the drawers
of my life
nice images
fly away
like carefree kites

to my mother

I hid You in a poem
still warm
like Your look
and words of love
true
like my and your life
I’m not afraid any more
it’s a present for You

He saved her life. But it was a long time ago…
People were just shadows. Every moment was filled with longing for the lost presence. She has always wanted to stop time. Everything was just a mirage of a changing consciousness. She wasn't sure whether the surrounding reality exists. She felt like a spider tangling a net of events. Among whispers, glances and voices she created fictitious worlds. Every word was a story. The moment reminded her of a river of childhood. She waded in the water like a heron. The water was calm, clear as a mirror. Everything was possible. The boundary between childhood and adulthood did not exist. She has always lived in a world of dreams. Mother told her to keep her feet on the ground.
-Life is a way-she remembered her mother saying it-people can change it and make You happy-there are many ways that You can choose, but it’s not always Your way of life, sometimes You can wander and return, the way can be far away, but it’s worth to fight for Your dreams, always cherish yourself and don’t give up
She liked to listen to the sounds of life. Existence seen through the mirror was falling apart to pieces. The shapes seemed unreal, immersed in a pure form, without beginning and end. It was closed in the microcosm of her visions.
She wanted to spread out wings and fly away, look at life from a distance. Mother, father, family, it was the world that ensures peace, time was playing her like a doll in spite of passing…
She has always wanted to see him once again and thank him for everything: a new life, friends, family and a helping hand…
Suddenly she saw the light. She listened intently to the melodies of existence woven of the finest matter and dreams. Place where you can immerse yourself and observe the surrounding reality. Light and darkness, colour and sound, everything was repeatable, reflecting the circle of life.
She met him again.
-J. is that You?
The cry of her son has interrupted her musings. Life has come back to normal.
She was happy.

You’re a breath of eternity
in the infinite space
the sense of my existence

lost
on the desert of nothingness
I still feel your kiss
it’s in me

touch me
and set free
from the cage
of loneliness

Morning
echo of Your voice
touch of mouth
fragile memories like cookies
crumbled and suddenly

flashed by the sun
no longer let me fall asleep
forget kisses
shells skimming about us
without you I suffocate
like a fish caught in the net

Hidden under the books, surrounded by pens.

White-but he has a soul of gold in a sense

He wants to fly away from the table.

Maybe then the world would be…

more wonderful.

My once favourite subject of play… with a doll;

Now broken and abandoned under the wall.

He was replaced by a NEW,

much bigger and colourful too.

I tell him of sorrows and fears.

He consoles me, wiping away all my tears,

and brings all the children sweet dreams…

fairy fantastic Irish setter
wrapped in a dream
cuddled with life
maestro of being
beyond words
playing with time in the park
barking at eternity
in the fur of a man

swinging
at the stormy sea
the wave sinking in pain
distracts the darkness

caress me
immersed in foam
copy every touch
kisses
go away
swim further
in the past unknown

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

set me free
in the summer salsa
calm the heat
sway
in the sounds
of the summer
I’m fragile
like the porcelain doll
hide me
from the world

Winter Moments

thoughts fly away
obsessions slowly flow

I‘m
sinking
in the snow

fluffy paths overwhelm me
with their gray
I close my eyes

white walls and insomnia
do not go away

brown dancer stretches
on a lair
and I comb her
make
manicure
pedicure
I admire  
her pirouettes

I’m escaping from my Land
with children
with the baggage of torment in hand
with a sick mother in my head
in a burning house
in the grave of ancestors
incinerated

I run away blinded by fire
stunned by the howl of sirens
by bombing raid of hate

in compartments and on tracks
death validates tickets
without mercy one by one
takes its toll
from the waiting room of life

I run further
to breathlessness
with children with the baggage of hope