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 Aug 2016 Montana
Elioinai
Love explodes like little paint tubes
pressurized inside my heart
color shoots
and streaks
across all these walls and chambers
dripping down through all my veins
a rainbow stretched from chest to feet
 Aug 2016 Montana
Michael Blonski
To write poetry
you need to be born
You need to grow
consuming the energy of the sun
and the nourishment of
love

Years of change
hundreds of days
of pain, love,
sorrow, growth and
loss

A universe needs
to be born
out of the unknown darkness
before time ticked

Just so that we can write
a few elegant lines
a prose of our time
drifting, riding, on
Earth's dancing
orbit
 Aug 2016 Montana
Michael Blonski
Leaves prove to us
the coming of the winter season
gentle floating blades
cut deeply into memory

The innocence of a pile
of orange, reds, and
browns
as they continued to fall
I have
grown

less and less they are noticed
so complacent we have become
to take part in
the joy
of a simple
change of color
 Aug 2016 Montana
Michael Blonski
My life is a
match,
striking the box,
exploding into flame

The power of friction

Burning brightly,
hot
with youthful energy

Slowly the flame dies
until a smoke trail leads
to a burnt match tossed
to the floor

smoldering in place
 Aug 2016 Montana
Michael Blonski
Time,
You are a thread
Undone stitching
stretching from a beginning
to your breaking point

Time,
how have you changed me?
Am I no longer
who I was?
Why must you trap me
in this endless thicket of
unknown horizons?

I hear your knocks
on my door Time.
They've been echoing since before yesterday
shaking walls, my picture
frames,

Framed happy faces of youthful bliss,
the kiss of
eternity,
The missing childhood friends
and a
family that used to be complete

Before Time's hand
choked their
breath
 Aug 2016 Montana
Michael Blonski
Impressionist Monet,
Was rejected by his contemporaries
À Paris

No longer wanting
To be a small fish in a
Large pond

He moved on to form
Anonymity amongst
Those who created
Independently

Resulting,
In Starry nights
And dots that
Transmogrify
Into tranquility
 Aug 2016 Montana
Tim S
For the smallest of stature,
She was the biggest in the room.
It lit up whenever she entered,
And I did all that I could to not make a fool of myself.

It only took a weekend for me to fall hard.
She was quirky, but serious,
She was cute, but beautiful,
And I tried everything that I could to not get reeled in.

Less than seventy two hours...
That's all it took for me to feel like I had fallen seventy two stories.
And just like that,
I had to leave her and Ellicot City behind.

It was the longest three hour drive.
Back to New York City I went,
Leaving her and the weekend in my rear view mirror.
Heaven only knows when I'll see her again.
Sometimes you meet someone at the most inopportune time. This a story of one of those times. Here's to you, Alice.
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