The German Couple Next to Us


The German Couple Next to Us

A couple

was speaking German

at the table next to us.

She was a fine lady

in her fifties

with short cropped hair,

clear blue eyes and,

quite young

in her movement

and demeanor.

He sat across from

her at the table,

a tall graying gentleman,

with wrinkles

in his face ,



by many frequent smiles

over the years.

And at one

quite unexpected


in raw and unashamed emotion ,

she laid her hand

on him and caressed

all the deep lines

on his face ,

with a type

of tenderness

and warmth,

rarely ever seen,

with no equal in it’s honesty.

He returned

the gesture to her


like a mirror

by looking deeply

into her eyes.

And in the end

it was plain

that there is                                                                                            

no brand or nationality

to humanity.

We are all part and parcel of

the human race ,

and all

the same.

We’re the subject

of a kind and gentle grace ,

with a yearning for



and for each others


mirrored love.

From “Dreams for A Saturday Morning ” by PWChaltas

Persephone’s Call

Persephone’s  Call

you call out ,
for scythes
to save you ,
to razor slit hell
with crystalline precision .
Your not yet ripened beauty picked
In cockle shell despair
traverses  convoluted
acres  of ash
in satin stride .
Dark loins
are thrown into you ,
in a moment’s drop
of translucent
and prosaic dementia.


The events of the recent months, all the brutal travesties and tragedies of sexual violence and rape , in the news have disturbingly etched themselves into my mind. This poem came into existence  from those events . WE should never allow modern humanity to slip and fall so far and so low again. There must no place in the modern world for abduction , rape, or sexual violence . it should be relegated only to the past and to the myths of the past , not to the present or to the future .- PWC