The Past

the rustle of autumn leaves
lulled cats
cuddled on the porch

under the dark blue sky
full of stars
in the moonlight

I see parents
grandparents' house
burnt by war

listened to the croaking in the pond
the dance of leaves
dreamy

slowly I find myself
in the dark and bright
future




Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2019-03-08 at 21:49

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A very solid poem, in which each word radiates poetic intensity. Thank you for posting it.
2019-03-10


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Very much a dream but with a powerful reality of the horror of war. There is an exquisite balance in this poem. Fine work!
2019-03-08