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shades of the sky - rengay

Jacek Margolak     Mariusz Ogryzko 


fording the river—
up to my knees
in clouds


spring, in the window
wiping the faded sun

silent pond
my wrinkled face
and smooth moon


the last glass of whisky
on the bottom
first rays of sunshine

sky clears up—
my wheelbarrow full of blue


together on the meadow
forget-me-nots
in bloom
 

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Walking through the park
my shadow hides
in tree shadows

asahi

sleeplessness - rengay

Jacek Margolak

Mariusz Ogryzko

    Sunday hangover—
    the woodpecker's tap
    again and again

    melted candles, empty wine bottle
    you're still late

    park pond
    the chestnut flowers fall
    into stars

    sleeplessness
    even moon comes
    out of the clouds

    morning fog—
    the untied lace of her shoe

    dawn
    various shapes appear
    from the spilled milk

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wedding waltz
step by step
making mistakes

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silent night - rengay

Mariusz Ogryzko
Jacek Margolak

christmas shopping
my son chooses
the longest red sock

carols CD
I remember her voice

global warming
Santa Claus drives
by car

Christmas Eve feast
the barking of the dog
near my house

the first star
best wishes...by the Skype

silent night
only snowdrift
from place to place

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Lovers

Mariusz - Jacek 

an evening cocktail

frozen strawberry

wet in her fingers

moonlit garden
only a scent of his perfume

touching her breast

uncovered

full moon

 the flock of crows
darker than the dusk

between two hills

pair in love

Buddha on the table... smiles

cherry blossoms -
the empty mat
of a mendicant monk

CREATING OUR WORLD

Mariusz Ogryzko
Jacek Margolak

end of November
Santa Claus in my mail box
promotes TV sets

the gust of wind –
cartoon Spiderman moves

fight in Bombay
my son removes the dust
from 'Superman' comics

home again
my garden gnome
among the newspapers

looking for Christmas lights
an old plastic Jack O' Lantern

after the 'Clone Wars'
my brother counts
the stars

 LYNX

dawn over the lake -
so cold
the blue sky!


empty nest
bare branches next to
my mother's house


pheasants in the meadow
another bus leaving
without me


late evening -
on the sheet of paper,
a shadow pen


nightingale in the evening -
closing my eyes
to hear

shamrock