They knew
but would not share
fearful you would be
a competitor and leave them bare

Don't shake
me or wake-
I take delight
in my dreamy state

they are at the market-place
so much noise they do make
spectators feverishly rush there
they don't want to be late

but I stay still and silent
no step towards there do I take
my day-dream is in hibernation
my poem I'll patiently wait to create

I stifled a sob.
         As if that would change
The volume of my grief.
         The despair pooling
Around me
     Was enough to alert
Those with the loss of hearing,
     Their hearts
Full of a sound they had
      Never heard,
But gripped
          With their hands,
Their memory,  
          In the loudest feeling.

My life
is a parenthesis:
I've more to say
but sometimes what
I'm unsure-
my thought
my feeling
or mood
can change
in a wink
thus, only
a semi-colon
will follow

the full-stop
is the final station
what sort
of coda
will there be
in store?

Red red wine, Malbec rich and caramel,
In your depths, a world unparalleled,
With hues so dark, and flavours so sweet,
A journey of senses, in every sip we meet.

From vineyards lush, where sunbeams dance,
Your essence captured in a glass, a chance,
To savour the richness, the soft embrace,
Of caramel notes, with each trace.

So, pour the Malbec, let the moments unwind,
In every drop, your story we find,
Red red wine, with your decadent charm,
You warm our hearts, keep us from harm.