EWA KACZMARCZYK

EWA KACZMARCZYK

We Were Walking

amongst the meadow and the night,

I smelt of you,

And you of me

of love and dew.

The moon plunged

into me

along with you,

The stars were falling

Right into our hands.

The wind was a warm coat

I could hear you breathe

And you could hear me

crickets and trees.

shiny wisps of hair and grass

Kept falling softly on our

shoulders

Suddenly a rustle of footsteps,

A nosy look

from above

found by golden stars

this is our walk

world stopped

for a moment

like a frozen monitor screen

everything became silent

uncertainties in the dark

heartless

deaf silence

prayers stopped

even Ave Maria

because the blow struck

time stood still

in the calendar for you

forever

in the history of the black and white accent

saved

Angel of God, your Guardian dear

why was he not with you?

Summer

wake in the morning

by the voices of birds

Me in a straw hat

I walk on fields and meadows

colorful butterflies

greet me joyfully

hug me with their wings

gold crops bow

in the wind

I give cornflowers and poppies

wide- awake by sun

in the morning full of dewdrops

I’ll find cherries

it’s a glass

I’ll pick an apple

and hide a four leaf clover

in my hands

with singing souls

no one will catch us

happy man in disguise

In setting sun

shadows will be cast

in dancing full of delightful hugging

we’ll be save

Summer

In a bark boat

with flowers on its shoulders

Summer came

Stood on the ground

and said;

‘I’ll give you summer full of sun

forest wrapped in shine

safe mountains

gold beaches

summer with a rainbow

merry journeys

I’ll give you summer with a backpack

cheerful adventures

playing on the guitar

singing children

be your hearths

filled with joy’

For every man

many

soon joined

on a trail

OF HOLIDAYS

A Mountain Crystal

I looked at your face a mountain crystal

where are you my

glorious

of my life… and dream

you are standing in the shadow

of palm trees

thousands of thoughts to be seen on your

face

reveal just one secret

perhaps you will leave me

a reflection in the crystal

of mists

a mountain path

a mountain crystal

of memories or maybe

of pearly dreams

we’ll sink into

a mountain crystal

of dreams … and sleep

EWA KACZMARCZYK

EWA KACZMARCZYK (1962)  poeta , bajkopisarz , pedagog, filozof, teolog, arteterapeuta, doradca rodzinny. Publikacje w licznych almanachach, antologiach i czasopismach radomszczańskich  i ogólnopolskich  jest laureatką wielu konkursów i turniejów poetyckich .  Członkini Stowarzyszenia Literackiego "Ponad" , założycielka grypy poetyckiej  ZAMYŚLENIE jak również Salonu Poezji Inaczej . Kocham sztukę, poezję, muzykę, piękne krajobrazy, chwile zamyślenia, uwielbiam uśmiech na twarzach swych podopiecznych od dzieciaka do seniora. Pisze wiersze, opowiadania, bajki i Ikony , prozę, trochę rysuje i maluje ; zainteresowania: literatura, muzyka, film, komputery, fotografia., rękodzieło wszelakie , malarstwo . Autorka tomików wierszy: Słowa różą pisane (2009), Zamyślenie  2009, Wakcyna przygoda w różowych okularach (2008) Jasełka i opowieści  na Boże Narodzenie  (2005) Dni Radomska 2011(2011)Życie  zapisane  w słowach (2012) Poezja nie zna granic (2012)Bajki ; Bagaż wspomnień , Do Betlejem , Mała Agatka, (2009),Owocowe Abc, (2012) Wyspa Wielkiej Przyjaźni Białka i łatka (2013) ,Henrykowi Fajtowi i Czesławowi Kałkusińskiemu w setną rocznice  (2012) , Dla jego bolesnej męki (2013),Contemporary Writers of Poland 1975-2000, Radomsko w poezji (2013) Koniec Świata 2012(2013, HABEMUS PAPAM 2013 , Zlote Strofy 2015 , „Powiat radomszczański w poezji”2015 ,Niepewność 2015