Gyoza and Broken Hearts
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 Like this: Like Loading...
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A Longing palpable as hunger and thirst for river waters — to return to a place, search for a face distilled in sapphire oceans, await a voice deep and tonal, my evening song — another winter melts in purple crocuses, golden daffodils hasten in their blooming, grass turns emerald green again — I ponder upon this haunting longing, smile with fought-back tears and I walk on.
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Come Sit With Me Awhile for tomorrow I must tend to hearth-fires for warmth, the spinning loom for clothing, and bread-flour for hunger — awhile amidst emerald moments while lemon blossoms glow from topaz to gold and cloud-like egrets hasten on their wings to strings of violin marsh-winds, alight upon the infinite green — awhile
when time stands still,
seasons compress to moments no matter the scorching heat, no matter the numbing cold — come sit with me awhile.
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Tousled Lady in the parking lot lugging milk and corn flakes and bread in brown paper bags, you catch my stolen glance at your little boy, you grimace, forgive me for intruding into your private world — I walk away
into the store,
Friday towards dusk, my hair flows neatly down my shoulders, my blouse crisp and creaseless, my list is short, the evening hours long
for the laughter of my little ones,
the crinkle of brown paper bags, the crackling of corn flakes in milk, the warmth of bread baked in my own peculiar world of long ago.
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my love I love because you love me, in your arms content in winter while hearths aglow with applewood flames — my love I love
because I hold you
in my arms asleep as I hush boisterous winds, that trouble your wounded heart —
my love I love
D. G. Vachal © 2023
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