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Pawel Markiewicz


In the bewitched aviary. The sonnet according to Mr. Shakespeare Helots muse about moony Golden Fleece of the condor. Drudges think of the dreamy eternal dew of the hen. Philosophers ponder on winged fantasy of the crow. Kings ruminate on a picturesque gold of the jay. Priests contemplate the dreamed, soft, meek weird of the woodpecker. Masters daydream about nice marvelous songs of the tern. Soothsayers dream of fulfilled gold of the yellowhammer. Knights philosophize about poetic dawn of the wren. Hoplites fantasize about a red sky of the sparrow. Athletes describe the most tender treasure-charm of the snipe. Gods remember an enchanted, dear temple of the seagull. Goddesses recall fairytale-like heroes of the kite. Poets commemorate the elves-like heaven of the owl. Bards reflect on most amazing dreamery of the rook.
Poem of not-Hindu for Goddess Krishna full chalice and I become an existence when your memory shines the dreamy chalice — I miss and I want it a cup without blood comes true magic of the dew — fulfilled I am a blissful butterfly for your sake you turn dew into essence into fog over the volcano as well as into numinous sacred cow and I am the magic of the night a spring and a miracle the heart with many songs I adore this rainbow you paint a revelry in it the heart of the poet my soul — dreaming in your dreams — memories to this cornflower You are your glorified soul a rainbow of being and perfect fleeting wings of poetry in your soul-cave — dwarf in this pond — mirror your mirror loves a melancholy the cave darkness the light from the moon rest in me in you a thousand lights of winged being I have found myself in your butterflylike heart I will you in the breeze and in a seagull of the mornings

Paweł Markiewicz was born 1983 in Siemiatycze. Lives in Poland. He is a poet and writer, who likes tender flash fiction as well as haiku and tanka.
 
 
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