7
mutton stew with wine
red flames dance the flamenco
tango you and i
8
rain beads on branches
pearls of tears sparkle at night
break of dawn brings joy
9
songbirds warble still
defy the winter starkness
crocus bulbs awake
10
frost on blue mountain
Li Po drinks his wine again
where to go from here
D. G. Vachal © 2024
Perchance I would meet you again
this wintry evening
out in numb forgotten fields
of longing,
I would
touch once more the warmth
of your calloused hands,
rest in the snugness
of your tight embrace —
I would
drown in the wine
of your tender eyes,
slumber
in the lullaby
of your gentle voice —
Perchance I would meet you again
this wintry evening,
the silent
white of snow would turn
into summer dew,
parched stalks of grass
into golden daffodils.
D. G. Vachal © 2024
China Blue
China blue in my veins
throbs
with Valencia orange groves
sways
with weeping willows
beside the bamboo-lined
waters—
El Greco blue
lines my heart-valves
pulsates
with nightingale songs
dances
with crimson chrysanthemums
under the autumn sun—
Where the sun rises
I greet the dwindling sunset
speak the dialect
of disparate vernaculars—
China blue in my veins
and the orange groves.
© D. G. Vachal 2023
Gyoza and Broken Hearts
Graduate school
econometrics
cryptic
to my right-leaning brain,
when in my puzzlement
an angel descended
from distant constellations —
a comely Adonis,
face sculpted
by Jirisan mountain
winds,
eyes and lips suspended
in a perpetual smile —
He took my hand,
showed me how to
solve equations
step by step,
pencil strokes on the offensive,
neglecting fear of failure to find
proofs of theorems —
In interweaving moments
he would prepare
gyoza,
chopsticks on teflon,
our measly meal—
Tonight
I cook gyoza the way
he taught me,
a different life, no more
theorems to prove —
I recall from long ago
a time of heartbreak
while parting ways
for another love.
D. G. Vachal © 2023
lilies, sparrows and grass 
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