I was born in Warsaw, Poland in 1977. I came to Germany when I was 11 years old.
2005 I graduated as translator at the University of the Saarland, Germany. Last year my partner and I set up our own business: an online translation service.
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I wrote my first poem when I was 14 years old but didn’t keep it up for a long time.I started to write more frequently about 7 years ago.
I write by inspiration, after having listened to a song or after having read a book that captured me… But sometimes small, apparently insignificant things
inspire me, like a reflection of raindrops in the light of a torch, an odd sound in an old house or just an extraordinarily smelling flower, a thought that
came to my mind, a word spoken by some lips…Sometimes I like to express the “dark” feelings in my poems, letting the ugliness go, to philosophize about God,
the world and me fitting or not into this concept. Other times I love to write about the beauty of the world, people, love…
December 2006 some of my poetry was published in: “World's Strand. An international anthology of poetry”,
Mandelbachtal/Cambridge: edition cicero, 2006, ISBN 3-934285-55-4.
I love traveling and I could spend my whole life traveling the globe writing poems and stories about countries I visit and reading the works of my favorite
writers like García Márquez, Neruda, Miller or Coelho, Allende, Asturias…
Seas of Scorn
Horizons of rain
And a world lost in its shoes
Much too big to walk in,
The shoes of disdain.
Rainbows of transparent smiles
And my mind lost in its maze,
Too incomplete and weak.
Rivers of confusion,
Eyes, mouths, ears,
Faces entangled in illusion.
Mountains of turpitude,
Hands and feet
Meandering in between
Sweet tantalizing delusion.
Seas of paralyzing scorn and pride,
Illumination has lost her path.
The breed procreates its children
And Mr. Amity ran out of breath.
Bloodless humanity
Dissolves in water of glass.
Woods of Indian blue, vagrant trees
Their hands scream heavenwards
Old lullabies of fated times
Of disparate, dozing worlds.
The promise of utopia
Silently reflects in their eyes.
Monica Korycinska
