GENESIS

In the beginning there were words.
Bold, descriptive, multi-syllabic –
Tender words that render hearts
Soft and receptive.
Words hurt.
Words heal.
Words feel the heat
of ire’s fire; love’s desire.
Written by the smitten
words expose a protected heart.
Poems begin and end with words.
In the beginning…

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

POETIC ASIDES APRIL PAD – DAY 1: BEGINNING/ENDING

START TO FINISH

Start.
Where you are is where you are,
and we’ll go from there. People stare
and wonder what influence you’re under
as you move in deliberate steps.
All hepped up on life and rife with
questions that have no answers.
Experience is your mentor,
and whether you’re life’s owner or renter
you’re sent out with what you’ve learned.
Bridges are burned and hearts
spurned and left for dead.
Instead of curling up and dying,
you keep trying. You pick up and start again.
And it’s a never ending series
of hurting and mending although
it is sending you further than
you anticipated. You have waited this long
guessing the diva’s song should have an end.
It isn’t over until she sings, and when she’s done
you find closure. Eventually, the curtain will fall
as we all will. Silent and still.
Finish.

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

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HAIKU- NEW MORNING DESCENDS

new morning descends
awakened from the long night
sunlit beginnings

 

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

POETIC ASIDES APRIL PAD – Day 1: BEGINNINGS/ENDINGS

COMMENCEMENT

At some point we wonder. “Where did it all begin?”
Such a no-win scenario is life, in that we all end
up the same way. From the day of our birth,
until we draw our last breath at death,
it is clear that our origin
is a mystery, as will be the circumstance of our demise.

And is it any surprise
that what comes between should be savored? We begin
as slabs of clay: misshapen, raw, and undefined. Our origin
is uncertain. In the course of our living we befriend
those who will fill us precisely, quite nicely until death
escorts us away from our days on earth.

Those first moments after birth
give us a chance to figure things out; to surmise
what is expected if we elect to stay the course. Of course, death
awaits all who choose to play. But, each day is a new beginning,
a redirect to send us in the direction that will end
in our achieving all we desire. We become original.

Once we begin to be molded, we are folded like origami
seeing what is possible from our blank page. In the birth
of ideas, our pleas are heard in every word that we send
for those who will hear them. Left unheeded, it will indeed lead to their demise.
As it was in the beginning
it will be until our final breath.

But, there is no ending in death.
It is a release from earthly bonds, but our imprint will mark our origin,
And it is there that we begin
to understand. No demands to be reincarnated; no rebirth
would change the essence of each of us. We would be wise
to work hard until our natural end.

So consider this a commencement, friend.
And live the life you’ve chosen until death
takes your hand to stand before Him. Your demise
will not be in vain. Your legacy is your lasting origin.
Those who know will celebrate your birth
and subsequent days. All we need do is begin.

From beginning to end we strive to stay alive,
so we live from birth to death.
and every spent breath that originates from within will stave off our demise.

 

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

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THE STORY BEGINS…

Once upon a time…

In a far away land, a man
of expressive heart
and gilded tongue,
had begun a quest
to say all that his eyes
refused to see. His heart
would in all ways find
the word or phrase
to fill his days with verse.
It could be worse,
but his verbal scimitar
he wields with such aplomb.
Upon his steed, his ink
bleeds across his virgin
page until all sage words
wreak havoc on its pristine
papyrus. Though valley and dale
poets prevail, leaving marks
on pages of their own.
Riding to rescue muses
held captive by a strangled mind,
to vanquish villains of verses
left undone – all battles won
by the strokes of his pen.
We live the fairy tale
writing without fail to assail
what lives in our hearts in rhyme.
Every happily ever after starts
with once upon a time.

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

POETIC ASIDES APRIL PAD – DAY 1: BEGINNING/ENDING