Melody

Before I wake up

(warmed up by charming melody)

let the day dance on my sleepy skin –

light and sonorous

like the pianist’s  fingers

(daisies asters and roses all in melodious spin)

 

Before I wake up

(like a leaf in the spring)

by your breath brushed with a magic wand

in  wild dance euphoria

let it fall on your temples eyes lips wings

heart

rain of sweet kisses – silver lacy chills …

 

 

[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2017]

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I remember my hands stroking the stardust

limp dance steps on the border of night

I remember the touch the hope the past

your voice in the dark my face in the light

 

and in your eyes Orionids rain

as penetrating as winds of the coast

whispers of love – you covering my pain

with scarfs and with your faith utmost

 

magical were that night and those dreams

which to the pillow next to me flew

I recall in stars white lace of your tears –

and you – astonished – in dark shade of blue…

 

 

[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2017]

Possession

 

I’m waiting for you in the autumn leaves

in the moments of gold and red colored eves

in the dreamy droplets on grass fields and stones

on a carousel of laughter

in the fear zone

 

I’m waiting for you

like for dreams insomnia

like for spring fresh flowers

like for love euphoria

 

I am waiting possessed by the sweetness of fall

and I don’t remember don’t remember at all

 

and you – my dream my grey loneliness

you are in my shadow in my soft hands hidden

always with me by me in the rustling steps

counting my fussy thoughts

pouring evening smells

in my soul and my heart

neither one to resist

 

during this autumn dance

no shadow exists

 

 

[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2017]

 

 

I’m back after 850 km and 31 days of hiking (yes, I covered more ground than planned)! Soon I will post my journal from the Camino de Santiago – today I am posting just one autumn poem for your enjoyment…..

I missed writing, I missed my blog, I missed you…

Dear Reader,

I am hitting the road again! This time for a longer time and deeper reasons…  The idea was born a long time ago, but only now the circumstances became favorable – so I bought the ticket to Barcelona, packed my backpack and here I am!

760 km, 29 days, unknown paths of the northern Spain, loneliness shared with other pilgrims, the journey that is the true and only destination of life…

 

So, until later! I should be back mid-October. Wish me, Buen Camino!!

Małgosia

Oleanders


on the fences bloom adventure
lemon orchards golden like sirens’ hair
and cicadas’ song high-pitched and mere

my Italy

[Poetry, photo © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2017]

Poet Roses

Oleandry

na płotach kwitną przygodą

cytrynowe sady złote jak włosy syreny

i cykad śpiew wśród drzew

moja Italia

[poezja, foto © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2017]

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Travels

to stay

 –

as a living part of Europe

in the air amazed by

the townspeople

 

their finely

 fills up space between

sea and sea

 

to stay

 –

inscribed in the pages of history

with words and images

in the music of Paganini

and Monnet’s brush

on the shore of azure water

colorful like crayons

fragrant like lavender

I

 

 

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[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2017]

 

 

Leaning on

stars I am growing pale

(no one will shine in bright stars’ glare)

enchantment dances on the sky

my dreams lived out

a million times

I look away

night underfoot

(yearning plays with my heart again)

 blazes sapphire in gold and soot

in stars like Orion

with me stay

.

[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2017]