Michael Blonski

Michael Blonski Jun 2016

I imagine her kiss
As I stand next to her grace
And her face is facing me
Head on
I'm lost in in the space
Within her eyes
Trapped between
What she sees
What she feels
Her hand holds another
And I remain still
To daydream of a never future
A place that will never
Physically be real

Michael Blonski Jun 2016

Surrender

My eyes are silent
Gazing over the grassy hill
Mind is blind
To the shifting grass
Pushed by the wind
I try to speak
But my mouth doesn't open

Trapped in static
As I feel this weight
Of doubt crush
My shoulders

I try to remain clairvoyant
But this thunder rolling in
Blocks the guiding light
My path forgotten in the dark

The Virgil of my path
Is missing and I'm Dante
Heading into the inferno

I surrender to the road
Of the many in order
To find home
On my journey I will travel
Another piece of fabric
Of life
Will I have sewn

Michael Blonski Jun 2016

Yourself? (10w)

Does anyone
know
what it really means
to be
yourself?

Michael Blonski Jun 2016

The Midnight Hourglass

The sand in the hourglass
Pours to infinity
Counting each grain
Trickling to the
Vortex of cautionary tails
Of life's complexity

The grains crush and grind
As we read time
Breaking off crumbs
Nimble and rough
Forgotten and feared

Hour glass sand contained
By its own nature
Torture
As we gaze upon
The midnight splendor
Where we turn the
Glass once more

Watch the pull of
Gravity's hand
To descend below
Into the realm of sand
Kiss the morning glow
Of the rising sun
And never sleep to
Preserve grains
For every single
One

Michael Blonski Jun 2016

Pond Under The Parking Lot

You and me were born of harmony
Catching fireflies to light the stars in your name
And then we parted
Separate ways
Separate paths into the ruins
Of cataclysm

I'm not the one smiling back
In the photo from your wedding day but
I'm happy for your soul
And the smile that you make
When I see you sitting there
In your elegant dress of white
I hope you never forget the firefly light

These streets only lead away
To parking lots full of discount shoppers
Where the pond used to be
Where we both shared pieces of ourselves
Forever contained
Never destroyed by time's passing breeze
Time blew like a hurricane
And now I'm in its eye
Reaching for the clear sky

Michael Blonski Jun 2016

Every Breath Links

Peel back the layers
And reveal the inner attraction
To lite fires that burn away
The poets distraction
Watch them burn
Until they're only embers

The smoke will dance gracefully
Past opaque barriers
In scribe's energy
The smoke will be carriers
Of this voice's synergy

These lines start traveling
Through cylindrical pathways
Never to slow down
To remember where it's going
Unlike the inhabitants of this town

Same time same place
Where every breath is a bomb
And the bombs are left buried
Entombed
To suddenly explode when
An unfortunate soul
Whispers the wrong password

Michael Blonski Jun 2016

Flavor Of Poetry

Her favorite flavor
Is poetry
And she dines
On the beauty
Of escaped sadness

She never sees the world
As it is
But rather
As it's written within
Volumes,
Created by
Harvesters of
Reality

Every drink she has
She's one step closer
To writing
Her master
Works

Every drink she has
She's one step closer
To losing
It all

Gone from the world
Isolated by
Soulless concrete
Forever in
1984

The cool breeze
Won't lift her spirits
When she's
Never laughed
Without purpose
Before