Smutek

Smutek...

... zamglona łąka w Twoich oczach

- podpisem, pod krajobrazem - łza krystaliczna

w której razem

przyczyna jest i skutek - - - Smutek

Smutek......

ciemna komnata,

nad wejściem napis - KONIEC ŚWIATA

krata,

ciche "piii..."

a jeszcze wczoraj "tra -ta-ta-ta!"

dusza udaje, że nie udaje

udając się na pokutę - - - Smutek

Smutek...

... oto ze wszystkich Ciebie-znaczeń

zostaje szary kłębko-kłaczek

rzucony między jakieś dowolne dwie rozpacze

gdzie się nim bawi

rozkapryszony Żal - mamutek - - - No, Smutek

Smutek?

- jekżeż?

- czemuż to tego Smutku paździerz

zamiast należnej grobowej deski

bo przecież doszło się do kreski

bo to grób czeka za rogiem

z Bogiem wydaje się już uknute - - - Smutek

Smutku...

... to się rozgaszczaj pomalutku

wypełniaj, napływaj

od losu, od ludzi i zebrań

opuszczaj nas niedługo

bądź gotów do nowych wezbrań

bo ile Smutku w nas

się zagnieździ, umości

tyle On zajmie miejsca

nie zamiast

a dla Radości

powstańczo - straceńczo - dziecięco

niech ciągle w nas się kołacze

że

Smutek - - - to Radośc inaczej.

Andrzej Poniedzielski

Australia

Imagine that you go for a trip. Far away. Let's say Australia. You take a suitacase, pack the necessities and off you go. You go by ship. You get your tiny room. Well, of course it would be much nicer if it's bigger. After all you are going to spend a few weeks there. You don't like the colours either. And the bathroom... It would be more comfy to have a bathtub. And of course there is not enough storage room. Where are you supposed to put all your stuff???
What do you do? Are you asking the crew to repaint the walls? Will you redecorate it the way YOU want it to look like? Are you going to buy some cupboards? A wardrobe? Bathtub with Jacuzzi? Ask them to SHIP it to the duty free shop on board?

Now imagine that this whole journey is your life. Australia is your Final Destination. Do you keep on thinking what to do to make this few weeks trip the best it could be or do you focus on your destination?

Now, the land is close. Obviously the ship can't just moor on the beach. So some passengers get a flashy motorboat and get to the coast really fast, some are taken into crowded safety boats, others catch any floating thing they can find and desperately try to swim across praying that their legs are not bitten off by the sharks.

Another problem with this trip is that when you are there, in the middle of the ocean, you dont really know where you are. Australia might be weeks away or you may get there tomorrow. You don't have a map, you just trust the Navigator...

After some time on the ship it's so easy to lose focus and get involved in the Dunya too much thinking only about redecorating your cabin and applying for a bigger and better...

Men's unconditional reflex

They always say we look at our reflections wherever we can. A mirror, a shopping window, a car, a spoon or any polished surface is good. But they have something else. Have you ever seen a guy, any guy really, or every guy I should say, passing next to a car with an open boot. Yes, exactly, no man will turn a blind eye and pass indifferently next to an open car boot. I once sat in a car and observed my husband opening it and looking inside without having a clue what is wrong or what could be wrong. Bless him... And each and every man passing by would throw his longing look at the sight.
Is it because they want to help?
Is it because they've been there?
Is it because they happen to be car mechanics?
Is it because they are curious?
I think it is encoded in every man to do that. It's their unconditional reflex.

My melter

As it always is with jellies they tend to melt. So does mine. When His warmth enters home everything becomes easier. The jelly is melting and I can walk again. My jelly-melter makes me fly...

Jelly Jogging

Have you ever run in your sleep? I dont mean running like cats do while they are asleep. Neither is it restless legs syndrome. What I mean is when you dream you want to run but your legs feel like they are made of concrete. It is an awful feeling because quite often there is an enemy that chases you. Sometimes you manage to move your legs slightly. You put a lot of effort and you finally move. You run slowly as if you were running in a jelly. That is how I feel when I live here. You might be saying that I can't spread my wings and flyyyyy away. I call it jelly jogging...
It's seems a quite pessimistic way to start writing but it isn't really. It's a challenge to be faced. But when you limp you dont think about it with every step you take. You just go on. So do I.