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Bozena Helena Mazur Nowak: Words like a sword

The Poetryzine magazine presents the selected poems by the Polish poet Bozena Helena Mazur Nowak


The nest


The nest was once bustling

With noises of young chicks

With s

Smelling of bird milk

Today it is so empty

Chicks are already grown up

Flown out into the wide wild world

They have feathered their own nests

And their family is forgotten

A grey lonely old mother

With a dull short sight

Puts her head on the edge

And looks into the distance

The tears in her eyes are frozen

Her heart is in bitter pain

For every shadow in flight

Hopefully wistfully looking

The nest was once bustling with life

Today it is so empty and quiet

In the corners the memories are dormant

Whether they will be able or not

To fill the void



Words like a sword


we create beauty with words

they are not cliched by time, eternity will not fray their edges 

their message shines like a torch in the dark night

the message carries with it its splendor 

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sometimes words will become a beautiful story 

their echo reverberates by breaking the silence

they will reflect with beauty in our souls 

giving nice warmth despite the cold around


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everything is possible you just need to dream

the pen carries thoughts straight out of the heart and onto paper

sadly, when we cannot find the words to express ourselves

sometimes, somewhere, someone reaches for the sword



Just a moment, please 


The aroma of a waiting cup of fragrant coffee 

fills the room and tempts me to wake

I do not want to get up, I want to stay cocooned with your warmth

and your scent which you left on the pillow next to me 

I have imprisoned you under my closed eyelids

I feel so good

the curtain in the open window dances

I feel a breezes finger touch my back

Wild birds are singing loudly

like a mad alarm clock, brutally bringing me back to reality

it's time to get up

for sparring with the new day

when my friend, night, comes I will cuddle into your arms again



The Source of Love


At the top of the stairs of your Church,

were scattered crumbs of eternity. Between

them, I found the sweetness of your heart.

You asked me to stay, even though I was unworthy.

You forgave my sins and didn't ask for anything.

Bestowed me with never-ending love.

The memory of your gentle touch,

made me spin with unlimited trust.

You – the enchanting mirage of endless love, 

rain down on me like Heavenly brightness. 

Stand close by me – stay in my soul and my mind 

and deep down in my heart – wherever I am.



Sunflowers


They were pushing 

And they were angry at the sky

They wanted to steal 

some praise from the sun

And they ended their paradise life

On a carpet of green grass instead 

So now they stood and watched with longing

On the extremely long stalks

As if they wanted to touch the sky once more

And the sun, proudly from above,

Now looked down at them





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