Category: Memories

Towards April Twilight

Towards April Twilight

orchestra of colors:
magenta and tangerine
lemon and ruby
set the sky in flames 

barefoot I walk 
on moist grass
thickened
by afternoon rains 

coagulated winter numbness
dissipates
with the air’s whisper
of impending warmth 

memories swept by autumn winds
reborn in tender green branches
resplendent
in the fading glow of the setting sun 

the heart’s joy and yearning
awaken once again
towards April twilight.

D. G. Vachal © 2024

Image by FeroBanjo @pixabay

Come Back to the Garden

Come Back to the Garden

Come back to the garden
you have forgotten
after moments have passed
innumerable
as the evening stars —

behold:
the tear-drenched ebony loam
blossomed into clouds
of fragrant peonies,
fallen lilac petals
awakened
topaz and amethyst lilies —

Come back to the garden
you have forgotten
there you will find me
gathering the flowers.

D. G. Vachal © 2024

Perchance I Would Meet You Again

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

Gyoza and Broken Hearts

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

A Longing

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.

D. G. Vachal © 2023

Image by Frauke Riether from Pixabay