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