Day: April 13, 2014

RESCUE DOG

On By Walter J. WojtanikIn April Poetry Month, Challenge, Poetic Asides, Through the Eyes of a Poet's Heart, Walt's Heartflashes - PoetryLeave a comment

Oh, canine of mine,
who would hurt you,
desert you,
leave you for dead?
What’s in your head?
Timidity and suspicion,
are conditions from which
you suffered. Your life,
confusing and refusing
to give a dog a break.
Their mistake was our gain.
Love and affection are now
you affliction, still with
trepidation, but your tail
wags elation a telling sign.
There was no mistake
in making you a part of the family.

 

C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014
POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – Day 13: ANIMAL

SANCTUARY DISTURBED

On By Walter J. WojtanikIn April Poetry Month, Challenge, Poetic Asides, Through the Eyes of a Poet's Heart, Walt's Heartflashes - PoetryLeave a comment

Upon the reservoir near the railroad tracks,
back up where the critters nest and burrow.
Every tomorrow a new adventure,
a nature un-preserve. Reserved for the creatures
in habitat and residence, the disturbance
has shaken them. It has taken them
from their homes to come down to unfamiliar
lairs under porches and houses,
or targets for fresh road-kill. Groundhogs,
deer and skunks, hunks of furry beasts
scurry to shelter in their helper-skelter world.
Will they ever be left to live freely.
Are we really so superior in the Grand Plan?
Sanctuary usually spells safety.
But not now. Not lately!

 

C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014
POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – Day 13: ANIMAL

ON A COLT AND AN ASS

On By Walter J. WojtanikIn April Poetry Month, Challenge, Passion, Poetic Asides, Through the Eyes of a Poet's Heart, Walt's Heartflashes - PoetryLeave a comment
Entering Jerusalem
Entering Jerusalem

The end approached. An entrance.
to a new day. The way covered in cloaks
and branches to celebrate. He is amongst us!
Riding astride a foal of an ass, cries
and cheers proclaim, He is here.
Hosanna, praise to the One. He is the Man
The way soon to be paved with His blood;
a flood of regret yet felt,
slowly on a colt to
the city most blessed.
The rest observe and plot.
All to assail His betrayal.
It is not a good time to be a King.
And that’s the thing. When is a good time?

 

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

 

POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – DAY 13: ANIMAL