POST MORTEM

You weren’t fixing on leaving,
you had other plans.
But, God laughed
and you were gone. A memory
written ad nauseum,
causing hearts to ache
at each re-telling. Eyes
swelling with tears
laced with fears of  folks forgetting.
It’s hitting home the more
distance passes and a trace of your face
flashes in my mind from time-to-time.
You are nine years in passing
and I keep amassing poems
well long after you’re gone.
And my life moves on.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2018

Poetic Bloomings – Prompt #211: And I Quote #1

 

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ON FORGETTING TO FORGET

My memory is dotted with crisp images
that have engrained into the depth of my soul.
I have no control over them; they lay dormant,
only to bubble to the surface when I least expect.
Trying in vain to relinquish these old feelings,
I reel with remorse, this sad course I contemplate
leaves me silent and still and alone.
And so, I am left kneeling in supplication,
a broad brush of despair paints me.
This clown cries out from within, making a spectacle
of my mirth and mired muse. My resolution
refuses to take hold; these memories dominate me.
It is too late. Love languishes.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2018

 

 

LEARNING FORGIVENESS IN THE RECEIVING OF SAME

Let bygones be,
you’ve seen the error of your ways
and it’s been days since
your apple cart has been toppled.
The slight against you was just that,
slight. You might be wise to reprise
your failings amidst the wailing
and gnashing of teeth. Life is short,
but it can be sweet if you let it.
Swallow your pride and forget it.
Don’t let it ruin another day.
You had much to say yourself, leave it
on the shelf and accept your part
of the blame. It’s a doggone shame.
Much like love, the forgiveness your get
is equal to the forgiveness you give.
Live and let live, let bygones be.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2018

Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer – Prompt #449 – Learning _____

LEARNING THE HARD WAY

The school of hard knocks
will knock your sock off
if you’re not careful. Be aware,
full of suspicion and position
yourself to put credence in lessons
offered, proffered for your retention,
not to mention your well being.
That’s seeing the forest for the trees.
Life could be a breeze if we pay her heed,
and cede to her detail and instruction.
Our destruction is in the balance
in this valance of existence.
Get up to fight again. Failure?
Not an option. Take your lumps
and up the ante. Keep yourself in the game,
the school of hard knocks takes no blame.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2018

Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer – Prompt #449 – Learning _____

LEARNING TO BREATHE AGAIN

He had lost his wind,
and his lungs had rescinded
their cooperation.
His respiration was fine,
as far as that went,
but this gent was losing his grip
on life, rife with pitfalls
and bear hugs, shrugs and squeezes
that cause him to wheeze and he sneezes
unprovoked, choked off from the precious
air he needed to succeed in this life.
“Remember to breathe!” she had said,
it’s the best way to prevent becoming dead.
So he pauses. Inhaling slowly, he holds
it in, exhales and does it again.
In and out,
in and out,
in and out without prodding,
not nodding into that Big Sleep.
Keeping on this side of the sod.
Thank God he was a quick study.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2018

Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer – Prompt #449 – Learning _____

LEARNING THE HEART OF POETICS

“True ease in writing comes from art, not chance”

  ~An Essay on Criticism (Sound and Sense) Alexander Pope

The heart expresses all that its eyes can see;
it is a voice that’s clear and speaks to all who wish to hear.
So, do not close your mind to what is possible. It can be
that a heart so blind will make love disappear.
But pens that stroke in broad and heartfelt hues,
will yield a master work in the words you choose.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2018

THE SLEEP NAZI

(No sleep for you!)

Tossing,
turning,
yearning for the rest
I crave. Save me
from this tossing,
turning.
Burning the midnight oil,
toiling,
spoiling
my need for sleep.
Keeping,
weeping for relief
my belief is
tossing,
turning,
is churning in my head.
Stuck in this bed
without a clue
what to do,
how do you keep
asleep while I’m
tossing,
turning,
discerning my plight
I’ve been up all night
learning,
returning
to my
tossing,
turning.
Sandman fighting,
Bed bugs biting,
I’m begging on my knees,
please, oh pleazzzzzzzzzzzz.
WHAT WAS THAT?
Tossing,
turning.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2018

Miz Quickly’s MuhwufSS – Black and Blue Bedtime Blues: Restless Night

GET ‘ER DONE!

Things to do today,
the list is getting longer.
I wish I felt stronger
to finish in due course.

Of course, they need to get done,
and I’m all about tying loose ends.
Even if it sends me reeling,
I have this feeling if I don’t do it

no one else will.
Still, sometimes my day of rest
can’t wait until Sunday.
Just one day is not enough.

Why do I make things so tough?
I’m a great one at procrastination,
but I’m in no station to leave it.
Believe it when I say I’m on it.
Doggone it, “get ‘er done!”

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2018

Poetic Asides Prompt#448 – Chore

MONDAY WARM-UP BLUES

For this warm-up, we’re going to write titles, titles, and more titles.

To give inspiration a little help, this constraint: blue.

A bit of titular jocularity…

Blue Hued Mood
Blue Wisps of Sky Scattered Amongst the Clouds
Pirouette in Blue
Blue Tea and Synchronicity
Second Blue to the Right (Or I’ll Bite)
July Blew By Quickly

…slightly warped they might be.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2018

MuhwufSS – Monday Warm-up Blues (TITLES)