Friday, 20 September 2019

Crisp Bordeaux


Sweet caress of mountain wind
Sunlight touch on pale skin
Hidden above what lies below
Tart and crisp like cool bordeaux
The blanket spread, a muted plaid
Cradling us and what we had
Careless love and carefree days
Cannot echo nowadays

Wednesday, 18 September 2019

Game


The flotsam of recollection rose
Floating on the subconscious
Addressing the letters of the past
Spidery italicized script
Transcribes the unfinished play
With the ball still in the air
Rising, flying with the music
The score unknown
Game yet unsure, unresolved
The coda hitherto unreached