Poezja: Poetry

The Wasp

How do I keep the wasp away

From showing in me
The painful role it has.

Give beeswax so it stays hidden,

A honey face mask
To keep it silent.

Bath it wearily
In flower petals.
Distracted, not stinging my heart.

Offer it a scented bath bomb,
Like flowers in nature,
To welcome it, preoccupied for now.

Keeping it from pain

So it won’t hurt me

Let it fly, fly, fly…

I come from family that has travelled the world
I come from schools in three different countries
I come from the Polish flag, anthem and language

I come from gymnastic competitions and medals

I come from a variety of doctors
I come from hard working parents

I come from music and playing the piano
I come from maths and biology
I come from golf, horse riding and tricks on the trampoline

I come from a family that believes, Christian traditions

Always open to help anyone
I come from creativity

I come from good manners
I come from being productive and organised
I come from doing the work first and then the treats

I come from a family where everyone can do anything

I come from fancy clothes and shopping trips
I come from trustworthy friends and honesty

I come from having fun and trying new things

I come from getting the things I want
I come from family that supports each other

The fire has been lit,
Once more become alive,

Licking your feet
With its heartwarming tongues.

The sausages screaming for help,

Sizzling away into heaven after death,

Marshmallows sunbathing after dark,

Melting and crying for help.

The wood passing away slowly,
The branches reaching for you,
The bench tired from the fire showing off,

Still having to stand, to carry everyone…

The dry leaves wrestling to live a minute longer,

Silence giving Laughter a kick in the back,
The dark sky – a mother, listening curiously
To the proud stories, waiting eagerly to be told…