I started writing poetry in early childhood. I wrote my first poem when I was maybe 3 or 4 years old and since then I have never stopped writing. In the age of 13 I have already published some of my poems in the local poetry journals and in a book of a national poetry competition for youngsters. As a teenager, I was inspired by a Polish poet Halina Poświatowska and I can see a strong influence of her style on my poetry from this time. Later on I haven’t written so many poems, my focus shifted to diary writing that I do continually until today. Lately I decided to come back to poetry writing and also collect my poems from last 17 years. Below you can find some of the newest works that haven’t been published yet.
Swollow me, waves Until my blood becomes salty Under water I won't be crying My anger will burst into foam My sadness will fade away into depths Swollow me, waves Until my body transforms into water Save me please from flickering plastic stars In the emptiness of my stomach Save me from gallows made of fishing nets Swollow me, waves Give me a shelter from the fire devouring this world Wash off the shame of being called human Break the crumbling rocks of my illusions I don't ask for redemption, salvation and mercy Swallow me, waves Do not part, water. Margoria, July 2020
Łóżko Przestrzeń szersza od kontynentu Pasma górskie i pustynie oddzielają od siebie jego brzegi. Dowodem prawdziwej bliskości jest umiejętność spania obok siebie. Wykształcona w miłości na czytaniu Kundery nieznośnie lekko stąpam po niezbadanych zawiłych ścieżkach z bagażem coraz cięższym kotwiczącym mnie w miejscu. Czy gdy odrzucę walizkę krańce się przybliżą Czy raczej poniesie mnie wiatr nad wodami oceanu na nowe nieznane lądy Leżę na skraju łóżka o które rozbijają się fale słone krople wpadają w błękitną otchłań Nawet nie próbuję wołać Mój głos jest słaby Ramię nie dosięga twojej twarzy Zagubiona w wielkiej pustce Przestałam już szukać drogi Może kiedyś Dwaj samotni wędrowcy wpadniemy na siebie znowu na dzikich rubieżach usłanego poduszkami kontynentu. Łóżko, sierpień 2020
From the performance A Sea Close By, written in March 2016
Today there were supposed to be 30-metres waves. I am waiting for them sitting on the top of the rocks. Breathing, safe. The ocean is flat. Breathing, opening its lungs. Waiting for the big wave. Maybe it will never come. The power is there. I don’t see the big wave but I feel the power of the ocean. Why do we wait for the big wave in life? Not seeing the flat, spread energy in front of us. Thousands of the small waves can be stronger than the one we are waiting for. To reach the change, the success, the great love ‒ we do not have to wait. We just need to see clearer. No spectacular event. Just notice the little changes, appreciate. Small waves can bring you further than the big one.
My body is on a flat wave. Moving slowly, continuously. The point which I am going to reach is far away. It will take a long time. Need to be patient, need to be calm, need to breathe. How to stay on the wave, how to not drown? I can only listen to the rhythm. Don’t drop my own one on it, don’t drop on it the artificial tact. Listen to the rhythm the ocean gives you. Listen to the rhythm of the body. Follow it, float, stay on the wave. It will bring you to the point. Not a stable point. When you arrive there, it will disappear. Don’t be scared, continue listening. It will bring you to the next one. Trust the ocean.
The sound of solitude is the sound of the sea. The ocean is talking all the time. You are never alone when there is a sea close by. There is no end, the ocean has no end. There can be only a new beginning. The other world on the other side. Is there death or a new life? The ocean is dangerous, because it belongs to nobody. We need more oceans instead of stable lands. We need more movement. Moving is a way to freedom. When we speak about revolution, we speak about the movement. Let’s move, let’s revolt. Become the sea.
Space has no ending. I am sitting on the rocks and looking at the horizon. The ocean is coming. It never stops, still flowing. Waves are coming to the shore, becoming bigger and bigger before they disappear. I am talking with you in my head. You are smiling, and laughing, when I say that I fell in love with you the first moment I saw you. No, the seagulls are laughing, it’s not you. The ocean is blue. It’s kind of grayish blue. I could stay on these rocks, I feel like I’m a part of the Nature. It seems that they are stable, but they are not. Even the rock is moving. You cannot notice that, because your perception is not so perfect. In the neighborhood of the sea, rocks begin to talk to the sea. There is a conversation between them. And when you see the waves splashing on the rock, they are not arguing, there is love. War is a human idea.
The waves are furious today. I was standing on the rock and I felt hypnotized by the sea. It was so powerful. Facing the wave, you have no chance to resist. You can just jump into, or ‒ die. This is a challenge with no way back. It’s not a weeping song, it’s a song of power. The ocean is alive, it’s a beast. It breathes, it moves, it talks to you. Dangerous beast, the element. It never stops moving. Life is always in movement. To create life, there is one need ‒ movement. To create art ‒ the same. The movement is always dance. If there is a point in the space, it’s a part of movement. It starts there and it ends there. This is an unending flow. Let’s find the movement in the most stable element in your life. Open the wave there. It grows, crashes and it disappears for a moment. But it always remains. Never ending story.
With closed eyes, just hearing the sea. It is so close. The sound is recognizable. There is no mistake. Sea is always speaking to me. Even when there is a silence, it is full of emotions, it whispers to me patiently. I found the sea inside me. When you discover it, you realize that there are no borders. Everything is in movement, able to go in every direction. The wave has a rhythm, but the rhythm is never the same. Dance is not about keeping the same rhythm all the time. It’s not about counting. It’s all about the flow, and flow is still changing. Movement is always a change.