PWChaltas

2/
Summer days,
When the heat
And the light
Shine,
rise white
on city pavement,
And persistent
memories
trick
the mind,
Without the
luxury of repetition;
Simply a lingering taste of
The summer wonder
Of green childhood.

3/
The poplars wave
And clap
A flickering Gold and green
A rustling sound
In balm of sunlit wind.
The grasses
Genuflect
Bowing tasseled
heads,
To ground,
And high up
green and
Sky bound,
Golden
Boughs sway
In overarching
Gratitude
of
The boundless brilliant sun.

Dream-verse

Posted on May 28, 2017 by pwchaltas

Late at night

When the
7 silver stars
Gyrate across
The midnight sky;
Quelling sister’s
Great despair
I by soft white light
Of virgin moon
And 100 stringed
And glowing stars
lie sleeping,
sailing,
eyes closed
in eternal stare,
And you whisper
Sweetly, gently,
In my ear,
Cathartic words
Of love,
and selves repair.

Verse From a Dream State

Posted on December 12, 2016 by pwchaltas

Some abide
in the metaphysical
clouds above,
Some in the levels
below.
The questions are
How low ?
And
Which direction are
We going?

How do we know ?

It’s a question of Love.

How well are you loving?

A Letter to the Other Side

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Ted’s Cafe

Posted on November 29, 2016 by pwchaltas

There was a street cafe
Of love,
Where once a virgin met
Experienced lover.
Where a husband yearned
For yet another,
Where a fiancé second guessed a marriage.
Where an older man
Ached for a younger lover,
And played juke boxes
Of different songs,
Many times
With coffee cups of different sighs,
And glistening eyes.
All three hearts and minds
mourned in different ways ,
at different times,
the fact that their love
Had died
In that street cafe of love called Ted’s.

Autumn Light

Posted on September 12, 2016 by pwchaltas

Autumn
Brings grey
clouds
Cool evenings
And a
golden light
Lessened and
Fading quickly

This Existence

Posted on August 23, 2016 by pwchaltas

This existence is enough

To make you insane

The Beauty of it

And the pain

Only the comfort

Of each other ….