Paweł Markiewicz was born 1983 in Poland (Siemiatycze). He published his english haikus as well as short poems in the best literary magazines of world such as: Ginyu (Tokio), Atlas Poetica (USA) or The Cherita (UK). Recently he has published a long poem in by Tajmahal Review (India) and Better Than Starbucks (USA). He published furthermore his poems and prosa in Internet: Blog Nostics - to wit his mystical flash- the Druid... about fungi...
Paweł has published more than 40 poems in German in Germany and Austria and 3 chapbooks in Polish in Poland.
Explantation
6 poetical figures have been descripted with synonymic words in color blue (after the sign =) by me in this poem. Additionally each of them says the most beautiful haiku about BEAUTY (in the brackets, in color orange).
The night mood of the beaches
the heavenly cute Atlantic!
the infinitely sonorous California Bay!
the dreamlike eternal Lake Ontario!
all these places enchanting a night goddess
= starry lady with comet dust
(the fog over me
lava is flowing slowly
in rhythm of spiders)
so that more seagulls are touching breakers
sirens sitting on beaches and sleeping
= miracle of winged poets
(dew in the ewer
I’m drinking like ambrosia
with melancholy)
they - from the sea depth -
tell the fisherman
a legend about a pirate treasure
when the ebbs are carrying sea feelings
a night flood is just beginning
Poseidon is there
= magican and the dreams fulfilled in pearls
(winged poetry
angels are flying in pairs
above volcano)
he is showing me a thousand shells
I am simply shrouded in tidal melancholy
on the beach you can hear the winged trembling of terns
= charmant wings of melancholy
(the fog above me
all dreams are being fulfilled
in ways to the stars)
a seal is resting
waiting for sea loneliness
and perpetuates the most beautiful sea feeling
in the dreamy fantasy
the fisherman on the beach
= man that loves each red sun in the morning
(ewer and calyx
the dew is being cooled here
ready to drink it)
counting the philosophical night stars
the first waves at night
are enchanting me after the last sunset
in the paradisiacal night stars
I am finding the loneliness of the spirit
I am building a fairytale sand castle on the dune
and what is my dearest angelic
homeland´s friend doing - the moon - asking my soul
it is sending the sea of lights
I am dwelling on the every light as well
a noble king-of-the-Alps
the little light from the moon conjuring up
also a necklace from small seaweed
at the bust of seafaring fairy
= clandestine paths to poetry souls
(poetries with wings
winged angels in glory
heaven loves the world)
