The rain falls on Paris,
the City of Lights is awash with despair,
succumbing to nature’s deluge.
There is no refuge from its barrage.
Masses are huddled, side-stepping
puddles and rivulets. Carriages
and cabs trudge through the sludge
of ‘Paree!’ Her beauty is masked,
taken to task by the wrath from the heavens.
Collars extended and caps drawn close.
Monsieurs and mademoiselles hurry
to escape, surrendering to its fury.
All colors are muted to a dingy gray,
on a fairly depressing day.
It is raining in Paris.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

For dVerse Poets Pub – Tuesday Poetics: Drought and Deluge



The soul has no windows,
as far as I can see.
But the truth has a heart,
and getting to the heart of the truth
takes a lot of belief
and a bit of faith.
Your ears will hear
what your eyes will not receive.
Do not trust your eyes,
for you realize that the soul
of a person rests in the eyes of truth.
Why didn’t I see that before?

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

dVerse Poets Pub 5th Anniversary Day 5: Beliefs


“I am cold, even though the heat of early summer is adequate. I am cold because I cannot find my heart.” ~Sebastian Barry from his novel A Long, Long Way

I am cold.
No chill shakes me
or makes me shiver. Once a lover,
a target of Cupid’s quiver.
I cannot find my heart.
I cannot start to say when
or where I had lost its fire,
lost my desire.
Was it the passing of time
that had absconded with it?
Or was it your passing
and this inconsolable pain?
Had I given it away
too much without recompense,
dispensing any claim on unconditional love?
As you look down from above, I wish
that you could give me a shove. I know
my angel watches over me. I see.
It is clear to me that I am cold.
I cannot find my heart.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016


Pete Best Beatles Original Drummer
Pete Best
Beatles Original Drummer Photo by Walter J. Wojtanik

He remains Best of the Beatles.
He was Best before them.
He will still be Best when he dies.

Usurped by the ringed one,
all for a back-beating drum,
while the other “Beat Brothers” strum.

The first was alway Best!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – Sevenling: Music – Poetry and Painting Embrace: We Can’t Forget Claudia Schoenfeld


Music is my muse; every melody fills me,
For sure the message in the lyrics thrill me.
I’d say it certainly wills me to write.

I can play your heart like a keyboard,
and I can croon your name like a song.
How could our love duet be seen as wrong?

The soundtrack of our lives plays sweetly.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – Sevenling: Music – Poetry and Painting Embrace: We Can’t Forget Claudia Schoenfeld


It can be said absence of heart
can breed a fondness most sublime.
All longing festered from the start,
is magnified in space and time.

Can love endure the test of will?
Does absent love bless lovers still?
Fate says time and distance will pass.
But hearts growing fonder? My ass!

© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik

Other “absent” poems:


Solstice has passed and at long last
summer beams, steamy temperatures
to nurture a heart until the leaves fall
and starts the winter approaching.
Always a buffer, one never
encroaching on the other. Seasonal
sister and brother separated by their
sedate cousins spread across a dozen months.
Spring and Fall call in their time, but I’m
warmed by the summer sun as long
as it fulfills its run until winter comes!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

POETIC BLOOMINGS “An Entertaining Summer” July P.A.D. – Day# 4: And I Quote Summer

The quote:

“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.”

from “Travels With Charley: In Search of America” by John Steinbeck


mortals embrace their foolish ways
midsummer nights in love-sick haze

exchanging hearts and passion’s kiss
offering all for a moment’s bliss.

the course of love ne’er doth run smooth
the journey is hard , such is our truth

be it time of sorrow, or lifetime of glee
Lord, what fools these mortals be!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016


I walk the shoreline.
Evening has lowered her veil
showing her soft features
and endearing charms.
Darkness swept the horizon
as if her arms had become heavy
and fell slowly to her side.
I would slide my hand into hers
if she would allow it and we’d steal
soft whispers and tender kisses,
a bliss unknown to us so far.
And as the stars found their spaces,
our faces would be graced by
a glow so bright it could be seen
for miles; smiles of a summer night!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016


POETIC BLOOMINGS “An Entertaining Summer” July P.A.D. – Day #2: Smiles of a Summer Night