CURSES TO YOU, HEARTLESS WENCH!

On 10 April 201311 April 2013 By Walter J. WojtanikIn Altered States, Fear, Miscommunication, Obstacles, regret, Surrealism, Through the Eyes of a Poet's Heart, Under The Surface, Unlove, Walt's Heartflashes - Poetry1 Comment

Unfeeling, leaving hearts reeling,
stealing emotion on the notion
that you can’t miss what you never had.
Bad, bad, AWFUL bad, and it’s sad
that a love lost and a woman scorned
become the choice of the lesser
of the two evils proposed. You
are left exposed to her icy stare.
You wouldn’t dare question your fate.
You’d hate to find her frigid digits
around your nape; grasping, gasping
for air and a wooden stake. You fail
to see any humor or any laughing matter,
for that matter. An “Ice Queen” would be
a dream girl compared to her barren tundra.
But, you’re under her spell and your heart is hers,
at least until she’s done walking all over it.
Go to hell you witch! OK, I’ll show you the way.

Written for NaPoWriMo 2013 – Day 10 – Un-love Poem

BATTLESTAR SCIATICA

On 10 April 201311 April 2013 By Walter J. WojtanikIn ...no prisoners, Altered States, depression, Disaster, Parody, Poetic Asides, Space, stimuli, Suffering, Through the Eyes of a Poet's Heart, Walt's Heartflashes - Poetry1 Comment

Across the galaxy to the small of my back,
just below two cracked vertebrae.
A start just like any other day
in a week not unlike any other still.
A stabbing pain radiating; debilitating
and traveling southward, with an outward
expression of an excruciating grimace
across my face. Phasers set to numb
and extraterrestrial images come to mind.
Alien vs Predator, a battle to the death
in the small of my back; a sciatic attack.
Other missions scrubbed while my condition
doubles me over, a voodoo curse.
I wish it’d get better before I get worse.
Dark Side 1 – Poet 0.

POETIC ASIDES Day 10 (Suffering)

THE OUTSKIRTS

On 10 April 20139 January 2017 By Walter J. WojtanikIn Crossroads, Dead End, depression, Ekphrastic (Form), Fear, Hope, Isolation, Long Distance, Miz Quickly's Impromptu Poetry, Photo Prompt, Through the Eyes of a Poet's Heart, Walt's Heartflashes - Poetry4 Comments

"Gas" by Edward Hopper — “Gas” by Edward Hopper

No one’s been by for years
and one of his biggest fears
was that he would die out here
alone, and no one would know.
The point of no return
sits a mile down the road
and the occasional lost traveler
would goad his excitement,
but leave him in a cloud of dust.
He must close down the station
and rejoin civilization.
His routine never changes.
He dusts off the pumps
encrusted with years of isolation
and failure. The readings are recorded
in a never ending string of naught.
A rumble in the distance arouses,
leaving him shaking in his trousers
only to be disappointed again.
The pumps stand sentinel,
grave markers for a dying breed.
He needs human contact
but all he attracts is dirt.
Lost in the outskirts.