Poetry by Anna Banasiak


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


quiet rhythms of jazz
flow in the pouring rain
we cuddle the pillow
my dog and I
lonely jazzmen
we fall
in the bliss
of freedom

The River

The world is running too fast
I swim in the river of things and memories
see the pictures which I have to leave
I close myself in loneliness
locking in the past
hiding my fears and dreams
the river of life is flowing
faster and faster
I close my eyes
and find

No comments :

Post a Comment

We welcome your comments related to the article and the topic being discussed. We expect the comments to be courteous, and respectful of the author and other commenters. Setu reserves the right to moderate, remove or reject comments that contain foul language, insult, hatred, personal information or indicate bad intention. The views expressed in comments reflect those of the commenter, not the official views of the Setu editorial board. प्रकाशित रचना से सम्बंधित शालीन सम्वाद का स्वागत है।