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lovers in Brighton
lovers in Brighton they will search your face as you walk by their astute eyes like a sharp light bent in a question mark are you mine why walk up the Lanes to Churchill Square what fun is there … Continue reading
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Ode to Marc Chagall
Mr Chagall your angels sitting high mad horses laughing cows touching my hair I am afraid to say but is this art may I ask why why would you call it so I stand upset the rhymes of your brush … Continue reading
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Notre Dame
these are your shy silver smiles like a bowl of apples small I could take two into my hand one for you the air comes with a strong childhood memory I was there wet and spice dazzling my eyes … Continue reading
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Tagged art, british literature, contemeporary english literature, contemporary literature, contemporary poetry, creative writing, imagery, love, love poems, lyrical musings, migrant writer, modern, my love of England and four others, new book of poems, poezja polska na emigracji, postmodern, women's writing
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if my happiness
If my happiness was a golden bowl you would be the sun reflecting your rays there all my days and in the night we would sleep deep satisfied from the light within if my happiness was a chalice of … Continue reading
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tomorrow
tomorrow shall be bells dancing in a graceful melody of rhyme at my doors wide ajar to let you come in over the high thresholds over the lying fears over the shadows past what are you bringing in your arms … Continue reading
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Tagged art, ballet, british literature, chopin, contemeporary english literature, contemporary literature, contemporary poetry, creative writing, dance, divine, english literature, english poems, english poetry, feminine, imagery, little girl, love, lyrical musings, my love of England and four others, new book, poezja polska na emigracji, postmodern, women's poetry, women's writing
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if I were to love you
if I were to love you there would be a sudden spring running across my street with her hair long on the wind singing if I were to love you you would look at me as if you have … Continue reading
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Tagged art, ballade 4, british literature, contemeporary english literature, contemporary literature, contemporary poetry, creative writing, english literature, english poems, english poetry, feminine, imagery, love, love poems, lyrical musings, migrant writer, modern, music, my love, my love of England, people, veronica forrest thomson, women's poetry, women's writing
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http://www.solarnavigator.net/solar_lady_study.htm I am the sun my hair upon my face like the rays in gold and gold they shine to guide the royal way in life in death I shine my solar power I soar on wings … Continue reading
chopin ballade 4
she comes from the whispers in the sleeping sand as if images half there were caught by a photograph on a strong air as if an invisible golden frame embraced the world or was it the arms of a loving … Continue reading
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Tagged art, ballade 4, british literature, chopin, contemeporary english literature, contemporary literature, contemporary poetry, creative writing, dance, dancing, english literature, english poems, english poetry, feminine, imagery, Ireland, little girl, love, music, new book, poezja polska na emigracji, women's poetry, women's writing
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in your space
in your space my heart dwells like a bluebell on the edge it has always been another morning there – I remember – always one more morning for yet another hope emerging from the soft meanders of a night which … Continue reading
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she danced into a harder colour of time she swirled along that undescribed line where hearts usually shiver out of the excitement of thought as … Continue reading
kites
they did not teach you how to fly in dry red was the discovery made on hard backs of high horses pretending their way yet tulips still grew under your belt and spring always came in same shoes running … Continue reading
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chambers
chambers enter from the sea-side on a low tide golden fish and their silky images surround April scented steps seashells no need to count as if abundance lived here in generous arms of strong waves to lift you … Continue reading
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between the two of us
give me another leaf – green a marvel in the key of E laid at the bottom of your hand where no word passed among its lines but we have said the world between the two of us your eyes sharp like a … Continue reading
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Tagged art, british literature, contemeporary english literature, contemporary literature, contemporary poetry, creative writing, english literature, english poems, english poetry, imagery, love, love poems, lyrical musings, migrant writer, modern, my love of England and four others, new book, new book of poems, new year, people, poems, poetry, poezja polska na emigracji, postmodern, trees, veronica forrest thomson, women's poetry, women's writing
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you kept to your shadow
read by Eliza you kept to your shadow in ever-asking eyes grimacing at the light where is this land you have come from so dark … engulfed in black stripes bent in question marks ready to run for life a … Continue reading
my cat
read by Eliza my cat loves me and I love my cat in the dark glows his smile and makes me laugh my cat talks to me and I talk to my cat he takes it all in … Continue reading
my love of England
by Eliza there is a truthful sound walking in ancient aisle of your land of cathedrals and their passion for colour there is a longing for sun and its vertical fire in all the trees and in each … Continue reading
be still
read by Eliza I am coming for you on threads of silence and strings in ropes of thoughts each loving silk there is no haste in my walk but peace – enough for today it stands … Continue reading
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to my friend
read by my friend David G-W read by Eliza you thought you could trap me like you trap sounds into your music lines to keep and play when and as you like but you had to let … Continue reading
how could you
read by my friend David G-W read by Eliza how could you leave me like that and go look I’ve become a dwarf again without your love I can’t grow I’m stepping back to those places into dark … Continue reading
synku mój jasny
read by Eliza synku mój jasny niech ci słońce koroną nad głową a kwiaty ręce spowiją w drzew pnącza ja tobie drogę pokażę ku gwiazdom powietrzem miłą i prostą ja tobie serca strumieniem popłynę na przekór czasom i burzom oczogromnym a ty staniesz się wichurą w dzbanie nieba błękitnego i wielorakiego gdzie słowa kochają i budują popędzisz na nieboskłonie rumakiem dosięgniesz szczytów wieżowców i gór i z drabiny chmur zejdziesz w … Continue reading
they have been
read by my friend David G-W read by Eliza they have been asking lightnings and storms to help them get their names back those first names left behind long ago those eternal dignified names left adrift scrolled angelic swords … Continue reading
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