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Two Metaphorical Women of My Heart: A Poem

Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.

My high school in Zagreb, Croatia  62 years ago

My high school in Zagreb, Croatia 62 years ago

Two metaphorical women forever living in my heart

the New World, my wife with whom I share dreams

and Europe, my mother with whom I had to part

out of explorer's spirit, or maybe out of whims.


By blood and soul a European I'll always be

a son of an ancient town with an epic past

with an ethnic sentiment deep as a sea

a cultural heritage proud and vast.


Now lost in Chopin's gentle piano sound

my heart takes me on a night walk in my town

with ghosts of the knights on horseback all around

with torches smell and chapel's bell dreamy countdown.


Yanked out of my soul's habitat and old home

by gypsy passion to search for something new

here I'm continuing my strange spiritual roam

with no loyalty telling me what's the next to do.


Drifting away from ourselves we never really move

warm embrace of mother no wife can make same

memories of childhood no adulthood can remove

so, no woman can match Europe, that old dame.

© 2021 Val Karas

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