Stay – it is not too late

 

in the sleeves of my dreams

buried

you are looking for innocent experience

insane

like the wind that in passing

blew out

sleeping candles and

is amazed

 

Stay – it is not too late

 

to dream

our faces in the gold clouds

of stars

like happiness in the crowd

hungry

to be noticed – not far we are

from each other

 

you – the Sky I – the Sea of high tide waves

 

two ships with blue longing sails

 

 

[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2017]

We pass each other
we – shadows of unrequited love
with faces covered with sun-dust though night around

how many tears will fall to wash away the traces of the past
from the glass surface of that midnight lake
where we met for the first time –
both in love with the dance of sapphire stars

water in the shoes
slows down our course
how did it happen that yesterday
lingers only in a sound of braided words and in
lacy fog of memories covering our eyes – closed eyes

we pass each other
destined for togetherness
undividable
inseparable
unique
heroes of a tragic story
blind to the world
sick from the passion
as young as dawn
as old as time
ready to leave the rudder
of our life
and

die

[Poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2017]

Purple snow

And purple snow is falling down

on eyelids white and stars insomnia

as in the winter frozen sound

as in the summer rose’ euphoria

 

dull-faded petals shaped so fine

pressed in a corner of sub-conscience

steps of my words – words intertwined

with dreams I dream in pure distortion

 

thoughts hurt by hands cold unfamiliar

and still so far we are from sunset

when purple snow is falling down

the fire burns our souls and mindsets

 

don’t let me hide in winter shade

where ends the end of earth… and hope

cuddle my petals my heart sway

don’t let this passion ever stop…

 

[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2017]

That fall

 

On lips of earth like on the dance floor

dances eccentric sluggish fall

drunk on the wind and for gold greedy

in June unwanted useless needy

 

dances and sings a song of sadness

clenches long fingers on lush harvest

bleeds on the green bitter-red tears

hot heart of summer taciturnly splits

 

 

[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2016]

 

I n f a t u a t i o n

I do not know how it happened I do not know when and how

I fell in love with the song of grass

I do not know why it happened with or against the time

I fell in love with the dance of grass

I do not know where it happened the heat wave through me passed

I fell in love with the poetry of grass

the poetry of grass

S e n s i t i v i t y  o f  a u t u m n

Falling leaves like rain from rainy clouds

heavy from too tender thoughts

hot summer memories

shaky

messy

unruly

wet

particles in the air

 cold sensitivity of autumn

[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2016]

Sunflower fields

Oh sunflower fields how beautiful you are

under the sky so blue in winds such tender arms

the smiles of earthly suns shine up – to make me see

the path from here to there from now to eternity

[poetry, photo © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2016]