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Anna Banasiak Sep 2018
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
Anna Banasiak Nov 2016
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
Anna Banasiak Nov 2016
fairy tales like butterflies
wake up in the darkness
the words rattle over the cradle
father fixes the hands of the clock
mother staples the shreds of the past
dog goes beyond being without a leash
I build with blocks the tower of time
rocking horse lulls me to sleep
I fly kites
free
from the world
behind the glass door
I’m looking for the light
on the way home
Anna Banasiak May 2018
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.
Anna Banasiak Nov 2016
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.
Anna Banasiak Aug 2019
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
Anna Banasiak Aug 2019
Mother's Hands
  
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


lull me lull

I

in you

without words

with you

the whole world

is laughing

in memory

always together

lulls

my childhood

without you

there is no us

lull me lull

I

in you

without words

with you

the whole world

is laughing

in memory

always together

lulls

my childhood

without you

there is no us


The Eclipse

Mom

where are you

I’m afraid to be alone

with the shadow

come back, turn on the light

as before

I’ll cuddle you with a scarf

by the lamp

I’ll read

my poems

silence only moth in the jar

fights for life


Cakes

with afternoon tea I come back

to the past

when you were here

we baked apples

with crumble

dog in the kitchen

fawned over you

the smell of baked cabbage

teased everyone

nicely

smelt this time


The Little Mermaid

leaning over me

you read me fairy

sang

lulled to sleep

you saw before me

future fulfilled

today I can return

and ask

why I’m still

your little mermaid
Anna Banasiak Sep 2019
I can hide You in my hand
and put
in the house of dolls
don't be afraid
You don't have to grow up
You can play
in life
You're too fragile
for this time
I'll save You from the world
my little boy
my boy;dolls;fragile;world
Anna Banasiak May 2018
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.
Anna Banasiak Sep 2019
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
Anna Banasiak Sep 2019
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
noise;world;silence;Billy Holiday
Anna Banasiak May 2018
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
Anna Banasiak Jun 2017
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
Anna Banasiak Mar 2018
to Tomas Transtromer

barred birds
suffocate on freedom
they circulate in closed circles
slowly untangle from the net

I enter the boat swimming away
in a dark eternity
contorted faces grow from the trees
resound in dreams
they call me to return
into a dead forest

I’m searching for the exit
from the stone world
into the endless carnival

I fight for breath
Anna Banasiak Sep 2017
Eres un soplo de eternidad
En un espacio intemporal
El sentido de mi existencia
Estoy vagando sin ti
En el desierto de la nada
Recuerdo tu beso
Luz como el cielo
Quiéreme
Con tu toque eterno
Y liberarme
De la jaula
De soledad
Anna Banasiak May 2018
Eres un soplo de eternidad
En un espacio intemporal
El sentido de mi existencia
Estoy vagando sin ti
En el desierto de la nada
Recuerdo tu beso
Luz como el cielo
Quiéreme
Con tu toque eterno
Y liberarme
De la jaula
De soledad
Anna Banasiak Jul 2017
Eres un soplo de eternidad
En un espacio intemporal
El sentido de mi existencia
Estoy vagando sin ti
En el desierto de la nada
Recuerdo tu beso
Luz como el cielo
Quiéreme
Con tu toque eterno
Y liberarme
De la jaula
De soledad
Anna Banasiak May 2020
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
Anna Banasiak Jun 2017
Fairy Cat furry philospher
has plenty of wisdom to offer
he looks at the sky
and wonders why
the world is so improper
Anna Banasiak Feb 2020
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
Anna Banasiak Apr 2017
thoughtfully
slowly I grow up
to myself
I distort time
with words
I turn the world
upside down
stopped
in the land of my childhood
Anna Banasiak Feb 2022
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.
Anna Banasiak Sep 2018
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
Anna Banasiak Apr 2017
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
Rio
Anna Banasiak Sep 2018
Rio
Rio


go to Rio
without a ticket
drink wine and dance on the beach
love till dawn
on the hot sand
harder
and then caress with foamed wave
born from desire
in my dreams
Anna Banasiak Sep 2018
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
Anna Banasiak Feb 2020
brown dancer stretches
on a lair
and I comb her
make
manicure
pedicure
I admire  
her pirouettes
Anna Banasiak May 2019
Wings of the Wasp

Is it possible to change into a wasp and fly away into the world of dreams? Małgosia sometimes played with children in the courtyard, but on the swing in her garden she loved to follow the land of imagination. Dad displayed her films on the wall. The heroes of tales were her real friends. She found in books life on the other side…
Through the open window were flying intrusive insects. One of them fell into her ear. She woke up and wiped her eyes from astonishment. The room was swaying like a boat immersed in the sea. Pirate ships were swimming around. The girl looked at the picture hanging on the wall, it  changed into a red bird in a flash. She wanted to get up and go for a walk with the dog, but she felt that something strange is happening. Can that be that she slept in dad’s shaggy jumper? She looked in the mirror and remained speechless. She was all hairy and wings were sprouting from the back. Woven from dreams they were glittering similar to the cloth from which she sewed dresses for dolls. She touched them to feel if they are real. In a moment she lifted up, happy. She has always dreamt about flying. It is surely a dream. Mum’s scarf was fluttering from a wardrobe. Setter in dad’s riding boots entered the room.
-I won’t go to the park like an ordinary dog. I want to know Your world. Maybe we will go the amusement park?-she said with an Irish accent.
The girl couldn’t take a breath. Her pet, beloved cuddly toy spoke with a human voice.
-Altunia! Come here, I’ll comb You.
-Talk to me Alti, that’s how I have written in the family tree. I’m an aristocrat. You can make me an exquisite breakfast, this time I’ll eat bacon and eggs with You at the table and don’t pet me without my permission.
-I’m glad that I can talk with You. I’ve always wanted to know what You feel.
I think that You don’t understand dogs. We’re the most sensitive creatures in the world. You can talk with me, because You’ve changed into a wasp in a wonderful way…
She looked in the mirror and she couldn’t believe. She was an insect. She had antennae, bug eyes and abdomen.
She looked out of the window. Trams were flying at the city like dragonflies. Computers and smartphones conquered the streets. Police dogs were directing traffic. The world was light and colourful like painted with multi-coloured pencils. From huge hands growing from the earth like trees doors were opening, birds were flying from them. Suddenly she heard a strange patter. To her astonishment she saw the most incredible species of dinosaurs which she lately saw in the children coloring book. They were eating leaves from the trees and were talking with people about the construction of a new world. Lego bricks came to life, old ages started to mingle with the present time. Knights on dragons were entering the house, pirates ships were built with the high-speed hovercrafts. Małgosia moved her wings and suddenly she found herself in the familiar place. But it wasn’t similar to her kind-hearted kindergarten. It was rebuilt into a space ship. The most incredible creatures lived there.People-Insects and doggy cats were teaching children alphabet and pronunciation, flowers were quarreling in English about the place in the main alley, lamps were perfecting image showing in the best light. She lifted up over the earth. She could fly higher than eagles and planes. She watched a new world from the bird’s eye view: auto-dragonflies, glidery birds and parroty drones.
Suddenly the storm broke. The lightings changed children room into a huge eye of the cyclone. Red, golden, orange birds circled over the house. They flew from the lost planet of eternal happiness.
Wasps in suits were singing the music of Michael from The Jackson Five. They were playing football with Tsubasa. The world was suspended in the colours of the rainbow. The rain of sweets fell into the earth. Irysy and krówki conquered the milky way. Televisions jibber-jabbered at the table, computers advertised “Prince Polo” around. You could see in them how the world would be in a thousand years time and how it was before Christ.
The world was light as a soap bubble. It was flying higher and higher.
-If You’ll be dilligent and You’ll read a lot of books You’ ll meet a nice surprise.
-What ? I can’t wait!
- I’ll take You to a place which once exists and once doesn’t exist.
She jumped with joy. She moved her wings and flew away with her setter to a mysterious land where the river of caramel flowed, houses, schools and kindergartens were built from wafers and gingerbreads and icicles of Italian ice-cream were hanging down from the roofs.
-Look out! If you taste these sweets the land will melt away.
-They look so delicious, that I can’t hold back.
-In grown up life you’ll have to deny yourself not once.
Ms. Pear went in hand with Mr. Apple to the garden over which hanged the cloud of whipped cream. In this land everyone was long-living. They didn’t know troubles and suffering. The King Honey First ruled there, taught his minions goodness, tolerance and wisdom.
-O! If only on Earth it was so beautiful…
-It is only so in the fairy tales.
-You said that imagination has a great power.
-In the world where you are everything is possible. Look only in the mirror.
She looked in the grandmother’s mirror. She saw a train going into the past, inside chairs seemed to look at her with little gray eyes, oranges were dancing like oriental dancers, still life was coming down from the old pictures and as a living wandered in the corridor of the rushing vehicle. Birds settled down in the antique clock, the dog wagged his tail at them, books told forgotten stories. Two frogs jumped to the room croacking that they’re princesses from the green kingdom.
The room went green taking the form of a shaking jelly. You could jump on it like on the trampoline with the ever growing group of royal frogs, walk through the walls and closed doors. It was infinitely incredible.
-Great…I can walk through the walls, I don’t need windows and doors.
-The world belongs to you princess!
Everything is so soft like a chewing gum, objects extend.
-If You want, you can take something to your hand and form something new, only use imagination.
The girl took a piece of picture and formed a flower, she didn’t like it, so she changed it into a bird. In a flash she taught him how to fly using a sign language. Perfect play, better than old origami!
-And now I’ll show You a trick possible only in the Land of Wasps.
They sat in the children bed which at once started to fly.
-We’ll fly into the future.
They got in and glided twenty years ahead. The girl saw herself with the children at the blackboard. She was teaching English preschoolers. She had home and a happy family. She was writing tales about her experiences from childhood.
Suddenly time twirled. The house lifted up and started to rush nowhere.
-In the Land of Wasps every sorrow can be changed into a joy.
-And now I’ll show you a trick possible only in the Land of Wasps.
-I think that this book is wiser more than one sage.
-From now You will always be happy.


Flowery People

Małgosia suddenly found herself in the flowery world cracking from the excess of colours, shapes, voices, thoughts and prejudices. She tasted life with all senses like a well-baked mum’s cake. She was listening more and more to the huge ear of the flowery world. Something started to rattle. Blurred memories, whispers and voices were coming from inside, flooded with light, saturated with colours.
Faces were moving and restless. She was running losing herself, opening pages of the new events, but everything became for her blurry, reality seemed to be inaccessible. She had to pretend that she understands the world of talking birds and insects, but it was too much for her. She walked slowly in the crowd and in the dazzling brightness of the cars, like a little lonely ant and she didn’t feel the part of the surrounding reality. She prefered to look and taste the beauty of the drop of a dew, changing move of face, mimicry, to listen to the whirr of existence.
Flowery People and Insect-People were in great friendship. In this land the sun was always shinning, no one was sad and didn’t know what evil was. Flowery creatures have never been ill, they lived long and happily. The world was an eternal play of imagination.
-O, if only Earth was such a beautiful, paradise garden.
-Suffering is needed.
-Why?
- For people to appreciate more its absence.
Flowery world had one weakness. It existed only when it was dry and hot. With the rain of tears the garden melted and disappeared.
-As you can see goodness and health are fragile.
-What can we do to save them?
-Do good, respect health.


Pigeonholed

Drawery People full of thoughts and memories were the separated world. There were the corners of existence going to infinity. This interior, the richness of colours, shapes and voices made Małgosia into astonishment. She stood close to the coral time which resembled foamed sea hiding its mysteries. She wanted to get inside, but it was inaccessible for her. Drawery people were still searching the stairs leading to the interior. In their kingdom everything was blurring, losing shapes and names. Life played with death, it was music and her echo.
They walked with difficulty, jamed, hiding fears, they were like unwritten pages of the books. Closed they came to life, when someone opened the drawer. Cities were built inside where kings and ordinary people lived. You only had to look inside and small kingdoms, empires and civilizations arised. Pages of the exercise-book were changing into planes and pencils into ballet dancers.
-Don’t touch them, because they’re so fragile that they will break in a moment. Like corals strung on a thread. That’s life of the pigeonholed people.
-I’d like to talk with them.
-Before You have to learn their language.
-The whole world separates us.
-Look out when you clean the desk, pencil case and school accessories, you can hurt its being. Every object has a soul, you have to only learn to see and hear them, not only think about yourself. Pens changed suddenly into the army of soldiers, they started to fight with the sharpeners. She found a sentence on the desk: “fulfill your dreams”. In every drawer a new dream was waiting and a new world to discover, you had to only find the key and the door to the most magnificient tale was opening. In the first drawer she saw little people, everything was diminished there. You had to tiptoe not to afraid creatures little and helpless like children. In the second drawer there was the world of giants, in the next lived animals speaking with a human voice, in the another there were pencils changed into wizards, flying trams, glidery birds. She opened the old, creaky door.
She went to the wardrobe. She took her favourite clothes. It appeared that they could move her into the different time. Somehow she has never liked to wear dresses and tights, but she saw that after wearing them she could travel to another planet and know it inhabitants. In a new world everything was possible. It was sufficient to have a dream and furry wings took her wherever she wanted. She had to find suitable key for the magical desk. It happened that this key was learning a new word. The girl started to read more tales, dictionaries and belles-lettres because she wanted her dreams to come true.
Thanks to the wings she visited all the countries of the world. She was moving in time, she learned history, geography and literature. She discovered how big is the power of thought and imagination. She lived in the land of pure white, everything was fleeting here, it lasted only a moment and then it stopped to be. She traveled there where instead of people walked clocks in hats, they were driving cars, building new civilizations. In this place time was flowing too fast, she couldn’t keep up with him.
-I want to save him. Be always a happy child. Just like in my dreams. Why it can’t be like that?
-If you were a child, you would be really unhappy. Dreams are beautiful only for a moment, then comes reality which can be beautiful too. You only have to use imagination, change bad moments into a joy-said Irish lady.
Suddenly strong wind started to blow. It turned over the pages. In one moment the letters woke up from a dream and started to walk in the city. Some of them wanted to be free and changed into birds. It was strange to meet wandering letters in the street. Suddenly the whole world was filled with the alphabet from the tales.
-People think that they know our world, but it hides many mysteries. In every letter there is a treasure more precious than gold. Who will discover hidden meanings, will be the happiest sage-said the setter.
-Why people don’t read tales and stories, they prefer to close in the circle of computers and televisions?-asked the girl.
-It’s easier. Life written in books is more rich, but more difficult to learn.
-It’s a pity that I’m not a dog, then everything would be much easier.
-O princess, believe me, our world is more complicated than you think. Be happy that you have a loving family and a dog, the most faithful friend.
-Take me to the other land that I would tell children and grandchildren.
-Bow-wow-barked the dog and together they soared.
She landed in the country where ruled the colour blue, yellow and red. When she woke up she was in the place of eternal happiness. Adults didn’t have to go to work and children get up to school. Duties were changed into pleasure. This world was infinite, it was swimming like a river, it was swaying like a pendulum of a clock. It resembled cat’s cradle. Lakes were looking at people like the faithful river. You could see your soul in them like in the mirror.
-What is happiness?
-It’s different for everyone.
-Dogs are happy when they have treats and comfortable bedding.
-Probably we are the most happy when man likes back our fidelity and devotion.
Suddenly the drawers and wardrobes extended like telescopes, they started to look at me and smile. I was sure that they hide the stories of the past years. I learned that dresser was once a princess and coffee table the knight in the Romanian chariot.
Drawery cities were flooded by the tea with lemon.
-I have to save it and clean up.
-You can do it like in life, there is always a way.
Drawery city closed and started to dream for the next years.
-Maybe it will wake up when it grows up.



On the Other side of the Mirror

Gosia remembers how she didn’t want to get out from the house of dolls and children bathtub. She imagined that she hides time to the pocket and changes its course. She was coming back to a little girl listening to her world. Every moment was filled with longing for childhood. Life was closing in the room of play. She felt like a spider tangling the net with the thread of imagination. She created new kingdoms on the pieces of paper, she rambled to the past.
She folded life in the drawers like mother clothes. Time stopped to flow then. Every word, look was a story. Moments resembled the river of her childhood where she felt safe and peaceful, she could be whatever she wanted in spite of the world. She floundered in the water like a heron, she was touching the sand soft like a dream, she was paddling, the water was still, clean like her reflection in the mirror, fear and anxieties disappeared, everything was possible, she imitated the flight of birds, she felt one of them, free and comfortable with herself. The border between childhood and adulthood didn’t exist. She could dream, she didn’t hear the voices of the street, cars rushing nowhere, there was only she and the river. She was looking with joy at the hut from the children adventures. It was built with leaves and letters of memories. She laid on the back and turned her face toward the sun. She was approaching to the footbridge taking her away from adulthood. Green waves entwined her body and soul. She wanted to spread her wings and fly away.
Mom, Dad and dog, it was all her world which provided peace. Time was playing with her, it was looking at her with a pinch of salt when she was changing into a bird, stone, river swimming to the desired goal.
Life seen through the mirror has broken to pieces.
Grown up Małgosia cleaned her room of play. She closed the drawers of the desk.
She got dressed and combed her hair on her own. She didn’t need the Land of Wasps any more…
Anna Banasiak Oct 2017
I open the mystical Book of Light.

Jerusalem blossoms like the eternal garden.

God goes back to the beginning.

Words escape from the exile

free as birds.

The sky is open

for everyone.
Anna Banasiak Nov 2016
Sunrise
stops the essence of existence
ducks immersed in silence
fly free like flames
they dive
stagger sacred circles
my soul
spreads its wings
flying between two worlds
happy upon a moment
brightened by a light
approaches infinity
Anna Banasiak Aug 2019
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
Anna Banasiak Jun 2017
rustling white aprons
entangled me

it’s dark here
I can't fall asleep without you
why can't you come back

Miles Davis
cuddle with jazz
loneliness
and scattered past

moth whirling in the jar

Sylvia Plath
with her head in the oven

dissapear
Anna Banasiak Jun 2017
I wear a cage
in myself
in a changing rhythm
of life and death
silent space overwhelms
in a world
full of countless doors
nothing was like I thought
stairs without exit
everywhere
Anna Banasiak Mar 2016
The sky is flying
like the light echo of time
life is infinite
Anna Banasiak Dec 2018
lull me
hearing dreams
words
abandoned
with good memories
mingled
Anna Banasiak Mar 2016
a drop of water
unique in cosmos
in the changing river of time
passing like a single life
I'm only a shadow
dancing in the emptiness
Anna Banasiak Mar 2016
Take me with You to my language
I’m whirling in the wind
whispering an echo of things
touching eternity
take me to the thought I almost have
my feet are dancing with reality
dancing beyond the beauty of cosmos
Where can I free myself
I’m the dancer of the inner world
my soul melts in light
Anna Banasiak May 2020
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
Anna Banasiak Dec 2018
Mom
where are you
I’m afraid to be alone
with the shadow
come back, turn on the light
as before
I’ll cuddle you with a scarf
by the lamp
I’ll read
my poems
silence only moth in the jar
fights for life
Anna Banasiak Apr 2017
they run through the world

ardent gazelles

split tongues of fire

burned images

in anxiety

go to the sea

without measure
Anna Banasiak May 2017
I think about you every night
you are a rising sun
let me fall asleep in Your kisses
waves of nostalgia rustle in the shells
I can’t breathe without You
like a fish
captured in the net
Anna Banasiak Aug 2021
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
Anna Banasiak May 2017
I think about you every night
you are a rising sun
let me fall asleep in Your kisses
waves of nostalgia rustle in the shells
I can’t breathe without You
like a fish
captured in the net
Anna Banasiak Aug 2019
I think about you every night
you are a rising sun
let me fall asleep in Your kisses
waves of nostalgia rustle in the shells
I can't breathe without You
like a fish
captured in the net
Anna Banasiak May 2017
I think about you every night
you are a rising sun
let me fall asleep in Your kisses
waves of nostalgia rustle in the shells
I can’t breathe without You
like a fish
captured in the net
Anna Banasiak May 2017
I think about you every night
you are a rising sun
let me fall asleep in Your kisses
waves of nostalgia rustle in the shells
I can’t breathe without You
like a fish
captured in the net
Anna Banasiak Jun 2017
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.
Anna Banasiak May 2018
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.
Anna Banasiak Jul 2022
I'm your breath
lost at the desert of dreams
we're waiting here together
we'll search for the source
that will connect us
hungry
for love
Anna Banasiak Dec 2017
the fluffy dog
searching for the cone and stick
in the nearby park
plays happily with the wind,
neglecting the flow of time
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