LUCYNA SIEMIŃSKA

LUCYNA SIEMIŃSKA

BETWEEN THE ROOFS

there is a space for the sky

with glittering stars

between the roofs

you'd only raise your head

streighten your hunched back

to climb up strings of the light

to get yourself out of a melting pot

full of constant clatters

there between the roofs

there is a space for the sky

with more than million stars

and a place for dreaming

THE CONGLOMERATE

I have thought...

thinking helps to fill a void

it is like a pot of milk boiling over

everything is outside me

everything is inside me

both separated by the skin

you can’t bring parallel worlds together

opposable to each other amazingly

in one illusory opening of eyelids

in dead ends

thoughts meander like black cats

sometimes sitting down on doorsteps

THE MISERABLE END IN THE CITY

the streets are so empty without you

without your old case for petty cash

you used to say "pay what you will"

you counted every day - not for the nominal value

but for the quantity of tender hearts

yesterday the number was eight

you drew a hourglass clumsily

it was leaning slowly down just like you

untill your mutual infinity

"does the infinity mean the eternity"

someone asked philosophically

another one called for an ambulance

today the wind is whispering a melody

about the empty streets without you

though probably no one is mourning

LUCYNA SIEMIŃSKA

LUCYNA SIEMIŃSKA: She is from Poland, from Bydgoszcz city.