Posts Tagged ‘passion’

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]

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Begining

 

 

I

open my petals

to the breath of spring

and cuddle the trees with my leaves fresh green

and I wait

safe and free

for the overjoyed birds

for the wind that in clouds like a nightingale sings

.

and you stare

at the flower of my rosy heart

(as if there were no other on the whole wide earth)

and you smell

like sweet lilac and

angelic hope for the dance

on the meadow in the hug of sun-rays

.

[poetry  © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2017]

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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]

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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]

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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]

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life is

like

a lavender meadow

underfoot in the dance

moments

swayed by

a melody of grass

until hearts are soft and jittery

the sky beneath me the sky above me

fingers on the rosary

your hope as fragile as glass

my love as

naked

as

the past

 

[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2016]

 

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When you look at me my heart is on fire

under lashes sparks of violet and pink

you are water air sun wind to admire

trembling I breathe in the poetry of spring

 

when you look at me under skin wind dances

moved by the music of your passionate sight

white hearts of sweet daisies divine fragrances

trembling I hold on to hot summer nights

 

when you look at me the leaves of my sorrows

tethered in hopelessness fall to rock-hard ground

you’re the calm swayed by the rustles of roses

trembling I dance along the autumn’s lush sounds

 

when you look at me my uncertainty melts

snowflakes whirl – tiny jingles in warm carols’ tunes

winter turns into summer nights into days

love blooms like roses on white icy moons…

 

[poetry © Malgosia Kobylinski, 2016]

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