She had become his last rose of Summer,
and as her petals fell, he felt a gnawing
in the pit of his stomach. She’d be gone soon,
blown away like the million grains of sand
that powders the shoreline undisturbed.
This love they shared had shattered the locks
and shackles that bound them together.
They found themselves beaten down
by the staff of life. But their love wasn’t written in stone.
It was a remnant now; fragments of a lost memory.
The moon rose to its peak and after
the calls into the night echoed back empty,
he realized he was all alone.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013


Written for THE SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #102


The past was forgotten; with no chance to jar a memory
disguised as yesterday’s dreams. Out of sight and mind,
you’ll find yourself suddenly stirred  to remember.
You were in the country when you first saw her,
near the willow tree, across a spreading field.
You felt the urgency, a race to embrace her. But you wound up
running through quick sand. What was your hurry?

©  Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

Written to THE SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #101


Sibling melons conjoined,
staring out at McWindows,
unclear sneers overturned
raucous and guffawed
linx shared; compared
and tacked. Interested
in bridled things and
veiled treats. Repleated,
laced and retooled.
An honor made for one
less aged. Hustled
and bustled for the train.
Walking the long white,
I’ll be sidled in stride
giving a hand to the man,
not losing a falling star,
but gathering in a rising son.

© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik -2013


A beauty, in her heart and mind,
fully grown, soon to be married.
A loving daughter, smart and kind
living out the dreams she’s carried.

Down the aisle I will take her,
Daddy’s love will not forsake her,
on that day will I give her hand,
and be the second lucky man!

© Copyright – Walter J Wojtanik

BELLA MIA (Second Version)

I see you in the morning mist, a vision;
my tired eyes welcome it. And your gown flows
in a gentle cascade, my only mission
is to take you up into my arms and show
you all that my love can teach you; a lesson
your mind will learn, but your heart already knows.
In close silhouette, your beauty is revealed.
My longing for you cannot be concealed.

© Copyright Walter J Wojtanik 


What that simple hello began,
this tender caress continues.
Hues of blushed skin and
heavy bursts of exhalation
exacerbates our situation.
Were you chilled to the bone
your reaction would be similar.
But the warmth of this touch
ignites the fire within
and still these fingers linger.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

Photo by Kim Nelson

Written for Poets United – Verse First ~ Reaction