The Mind of a Child, The Cat Who Edits, The Wave
Collection By: Claudia Wysocky 🕊 Poland 🇵🇱
The Mind of a Child
I shall be a child.
I shall rush through things.
I shall be foolish about things.
—Until I do not know myself.
Until my story ends in death,
I shall live a lifetime in a day.
I shall not love much.
—But I will love with all my heart.
I shall not search for certainty.
—For nobody does.
I shall not speak much.
—But I will speak with all my might.
I shall find no purpose in the end.
—One thing I shall know—
Asleep in my bed, I know that,
I'll be gone by 7:45.
The Cat Who Edits
The cat who edits what isn't loved is motivated
by its own greed for the spotlight.
It's been asleep, dreaming of the red pen
it'd paw at when it heard a new poem in the hall.
Without even asking, it pounces and takes over,
removing any trace of what was there before.
When you see the cat, it is time to run and hide.
It will keep you up all night and work you like a slave;
it doesn't need a screen or a fat stack of paper.
It has only one idea: to take your poem apart
and put it back together again as something else.
It won't stop until it thinks it's done enough damage—
till you're tired of fighting with every word he adds or deletes;
till there's nothing left that can be changed again, nothing left that is yours alone,
It is his.
The Wave
I spend hours waving goodbye.
It hurts, doesn't it?
The goodbye that breaks my fingers and my heart.
I wave 'bye' to every last person I've ever dated...
The stars gaze back, but there's no way for me to greet them.
The world's so big, and people are all small,
But if you wave back, I'll wave with my left hand and wave with my right.
Everything is black—blue green yellow white and orange red!
And day turns to night; and night turns to day.
For the scared ones, like me—a reason to find hope.
No one stays in the same place...
and yet, the storms have the same face. Perhaps tomorrow will be beautiful again? Perhaps you'll find another?
Perhaps you'll be like me...
Perhaps you'll find someone just like me.
And I'll be here,
waiting for your wave.
About the Author
Claudia Wysocky, a Polish writer and poet based in New York, is known for her diverse literary creations, including fiction and poetry. Her poems, such as "Stargazing Love" and "Heaven and Hell," reflect her ability to capture the beauty of life through rich descriptions. Besides poetry, she authored "All Up in Smoke," published by "Anxiety Press." With over five years of writing experience, Claudia's work has been featured in local newspapers, magazines, and even literary journals like WordCityLit and Lothlorien Poetry Journal. Her writing is powered by her belief in art's potential to inspire positive change. Claudia also shares her personal journey and love for writing on her own blog, and she expresses her literary talent as an immigrant raised in post-communism Poland.