bridge-knitter

bridge-knitter

brown bridges of bark-
hardened wool
green garden bridges
brook brows and foothealers
forest alleys
red bike rides
the roots of this place
the grass bridging to the woods
doors painted blue
glossy windows

bridges of spider silk

and optic fibers

bridges outspread
between trunks and islands

needlework
stitching soft words
over unsecured loops
knitted fabric
a suspension wale
- weight anchoring to the ground -
spanned over a river of yarn
that flows closely curve by curve
or stretches beyond
as if suspended on teeth -
biting into
the strings

building bridges
climbing bridges
crossing bridges
bridging bridges

being a bridge

? [distances: close-apart]

***

A hand slips out of a hand and gets lost in a pocket. His smile stiffens slightly, gaze sharpens, her way gets more aside. Sparks of light scattered everywhere, drown expectations in a frosty beauty.


---

Sunny studio

You dance me
your joy
this place is as yours
this rhythm so vivid of you


---
--- translated from:

***

Dłoń gubi się z dłoni i wpada do kieszeni. Uśmiech sztywnieje nieco,
wzrok bardziej przenikliwy, droga bardziej obok. Iskry światła
wszędzie rozsypane, topią oczekiwania w morźnym pięknie.


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Słoneczne studio

Tańczysz mną
twoja radość
to miejsce jak twoje
ten rytm jest tak żywy tobą
znalazł cię i mnie uskrzydla


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--- 2007 / 2008

Weronika

Weronika

Feet at the foot of the ocean, the dress echoes the waves
and a while ago it was a kite pointing the way
over a rock, which deftly
served the fingers and toes

Arms outstretched in a mast
try out the wind; smiling eyes
rest on the horizon
follow a path on the surf
before you'd see a breaker

Who would think it possible
to assemble a shapely boat
of logs thrown out by the sea
-- a tarred charm by moon

But before the lady launches means
to tame the law-defiant edges of the world
we'll feed her some good dreams
bursting out with laughter
bursting like soap bubbles
with the kiss of dawn


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--- translated from:
---


   Weronika

Stopy u stóp oceanu, suknia wtóruje falom
a przed chwilą była latawcem wskazującym drogę
ponad skałę, prężnie usłużną
władnym palcom

Ramiona rozpostarte w maszt
wypróbowują wiatr; uśmiechnięte oczy
odpoczywają na horyzoncie
śledzą ścieżkę wśród przyboju
chociaż nie dostrzegłbyś śladów

Któżby pomyślał
że można zbić kształtną łódź
z bali wyrzuconych przez morze
i zasmołować ją czarami

Lecz nim wyruszy piękna pani
poskramiać krąbrne prawa krańców świata
nakarmimy ją dobrymi snami
parskającymi śmiechem
pryskającymi jak bańki mydlane
z pocałunkiem świtu


---
--- Marzec 2008

lonely

lonely

without farewell

got my wheels
on the shortest route out

en route
a flat tire
a thousand miles from myself

---

[end of the world]

***

Sometimes
the world is so small
that the end of it all
is a trifle:
don't worry,
it will heal in no time.

---
W.H. suggested:

***

Sometimes
the world is so small
that you bang your head
against the end of the world.

---

apprentice

apprentice

hey, mister unquiet kid!
How come shoes grow on trees?
How come freshly white shirt
and solid trousers grew pastels over the night.
Now monks trouble naked feet
into the smile of autumn's just polished teeth.
Could a potatoes mound get sorted by surprise
And the retreat floor regain its proud face?

***

I build my Moving Pagoda on a solid foundation
of appropriated currents, its pillars are water.
I lay the second floor apprehending the vast
stretch of past that's not yet attached.
I tile the third roof with waterproof tension
so that I can bathe in heavenly bodies.
Relaxed water slinks in through tiled opals
on uncountable legs of a snake.

---
Some imagery from Oseam.

? The Metaphysical Club

The Metaphysical Club

It was supposed to be entertaining.
Torches and all.
Only that friends forgot
and instead the moon plays tricks.
Ouch! a rattling represents
a bike on the ground.
That's why moonlight's called analytic --
sharp edges, flowing depths.
Damn curiosity, or perhaps I was just searching
for my friends --
and I got lost. Dragged into the silent theater.
Plucking up courage to give in.
Flow out of concern.

Sun is green,
and blue, and yellow.
Tall trees invite day from behind the shed
and there is the garden bench.
Bees wake up.
Oatmeal with honey.