Edytta Anna Wojnar
There Were No Flaws With His Days
It was just a matter of water
dripping with a pattern,
sometimes, especially at night,
at the wrong time and too loud.
He tried to pull off his ears.
There were no flaws with his days.
Yet, his eyes stopped seeing in color,
his shoulders, which used to hold
the whole world for her,
It was just a matter of the moment
to pin his heart
to the Chevy's dashboard,
that he drove away from home.
Edytta Wojnar began writing poetry in Poland 30 years ago in her native language. Translations of French poetry followed during her studies of French language at the Jagiellonian University in Krakow. She lives with her husband and 3 children in suburban New Jersey.
Her poems appeared in a Polish magazine Dziennik, in Mobius magazine, and in Wawayanda Review.