Poems

Ode to Grandpa ©

He, who was a perennial kid,
found joy in everything he did.
He, in whom youth was alive,
trusted his heart, not asking why.

He never judged any wrongs,
and raised his ash brows at know-it-alls.

And I remember, I knew him well.
He went through war, he survived hell!

Yet, when he rode his motorbike,
his smiley eyes cheered all alike,
and at the road bends he used to shout
his mighty roar:

“THE SUN IS OUT!!!”

 

© Copyright Beata Dagiel


Circle of Life ©

I am getting old. I know my worth.
I know my purpose in this world.
My life is fulfilled, my eyes are ready to rest.
Yet I am still sowing, even if I don’t see the harvest.
Woman's work is never done!

In my blood I carry so many of them.
I can't even begin to fathom how many,
and how different each one of them had been.
You can see them in my gestures,
in my wince,
in my speech,
in my eyes,
in my bones,
in my attitudes...
I am them and they are me.
The good seeds they'd sown...


Teen's Spirit ©

she's the smile
she's the question
she's the apple in his eye

dreams untrue
dreams so real
make her never think of you

strong as steel
like the Arc
when she sees the world ideal

it's her force
it's her spirit
she has not yet felt remorse

treat her kindly
give her love
she will follow the truth blindly

 

© Copyright Beata Dagiel 2018

 


Green Fields ©

Surrounded by green fields, surrounded by water
A boat on a hill, with a sail full of wind
If the sun does come out, tell it I've been waiting
Waiting for its rays to warm up my skin

Not longing for the day to lower the sails
It's scary, I know, when silence falls in
Will it hurt to stay in this stillness forever
Or will it bring peace to the thunder within

You - a handful of ash, life lives without asking
Yes, they will leave when the time is right
And you'll be there for them, should they ever need it
With a kettle, and a blanket, and your...


The Stone Cottage Song ©

When the blue skies fell fast asleep
And cars got lined up up the lane
A little tune slipped through the cottage doors
Pulling sweet harmonies out to the rain

This tune was strumming strings of your heart
And waltzing wild with your mind
It softly wrapped 'round your spine
Making you leave your worries behind

Under the cover of the midnight sheets
The wind swept notes from the ground
It swiftly blew them up in the streets
Whispering: 'Be quick! Don't make a sound!'

This tune was strumming strings of your heart
And waltzing wild with your mind
Lighting smiles in your drowsy eyes
Making you leave all worries behind

© Copyright Beata...