One Poem & Two Flash Fiction Pieces by Pawel Markiewicz

 

 

 

The marvel of the freedom:

In patches

 

The vault opens itself at dawn.

The calyx of an Arctic alpine forget-me-not reopens

for an enchanting glory of the sunshiny dreams,

because of the eternally august poem,

that reads lenient and benignant.

 

Throughout the day:

there is up there a paradisiacal flight

of all halcyon seraphim,

singing through the stoicism, eudemonia

of many celestial dreamers.

 

Under the sun: a rhythm in wings of butterflies.

After evenfall: the paradise closes itself.

The springtide has gone to bed in aestival splendor.

 

In addition overnight a balmy sempiternity sleeps as well.

Here below a sensitive firefly flies,

above so ravishing earth.

In danger owing to the raveners of the night.

Indeed spared thanks to the sheen of Luther’s star.

The earth becomes a dazzling hereafter.

It remains not far from June sparks, the little fire.

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vault - (poetical) sky

benignant - mild

halcyon - peaceful

seraphim - seraphs

aestival - summery

ravener - bird of prey

sempiternity - eternity

Bijou among pearlets of an epistolary art

Exchange of letters between the pundit and the painter

The epistle No. 1 as long SMS dispatched

The 5^th May 2022. At the most picturesque dawn

 

Dear painter!

I woke up bright and early and think of a fulfilled day, that an angel brings me. I have seen your abstract painting and I am entranced. What a superb thing!  I want to hail you. May your picture infatuate the world in an infinite way. This oeuvre is apt to conjure all sempiternity. I like all sorts of the abstract, that is therein. Your painting is abstract-most lovely, and is full of  paints, outlines, light games, fires, that I appreciate greatly (*very). It portrays a leisurely-blue hourlet, (**little tender heaven-like Blue Hour), as if the heaven would scintillate for the sake of the embers, not from this world. The Blue joins with the Red. The clouds reveal hardly, but the sun was shown really pulchritudinously (*** archaic: lovely) because of the magnitude. With such picture-like arts I can daydream about muse-like paradise. The Abstract rules throughout mindful of moony allure. The painting seems to hold a mirror up to epistemology of images.

Your savant

 

The letter No. 2 valid as an e-mail-message

The 6^th May 2002. During the Blue Hours.

 

Dear Sir scholar!

I am willing to dream with the red sun before night. I think about midnight full immenseness which a muse will bring to me. I have read your academic vision for the sake of a primordial woman and I am avid due to it. What balmy thing!. I am ready to greet you. The vision is able to conjure up all of paradise. I like all Abstract that rests in it. Your academic work regarding an enchantress from the tribe: Homo habilis is far from the actuality and hence abstract. It kindles the fire of philosophers, that is able to turn wood into gold. This magician female is wise and eternally moony, to wit: dreamy. One can dream with her of golden pieces. The magic power of the antiquity is more abstract than any witchcraft of the dark age (****better known as: the Middle Ages), because it senses the warmness of the velvet being- knowledge (*****according to Paul the dreamed ontology). One employs an incantation, which a primeval human being scored on rock faces in Thuringia. It’s very gripping. The abstract dominates in the world full of tender sparks.

Your painter

 

Paweł Markiewicz was born 1983 in Siemiatycze in Poland. He is a poet who lives in Bielsk Podlaski and writes tender poems, haiku as well as long poems. Paweł has published his poetry in many magazines. He writes in English and German.