TELL IT TO THE ONE YOU LOVE

LOVE SPEAKS by Marie Elena Good

When love speaks,
It speaks softly.
When love listens,
It listens intently.
But when love sings,
It ascends to the heavens,
And enchants its very Creator.

The whispered tones feed my mind a voiceless noise
that infiltrates my heart and head. Instead of filling my ears
with your breathless tears, you have elevated your love
to rise above all obstacles. It feeds the hunger with in,
my soul hears what your heart broadcasts in dots and dashes,
a Morse Code that is easily deciphered. It sifts through
and you let your words of compassion heal all hurts inflicted.
You would be depicted as an ever-beating heart, that started
the day we met, and we’ve never let it cease its rhythm.
Your whispered tone speaks to the love we bear.
It is there that you are heard loud and clear.

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – DAY 24: TELL IT TO________

TELL IT TO THE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN

You’ve traveled far, traversing the golden road
to where the grass is greener by design. You need
to speak your mind, lest your words fall to be trampled.

You’ve sampled the good life and think it would be rife
with possibilities and endless potential. But your state
is deferential to your success. I you had to guess

you’d be sure every need you have can be rolled up
into your ball of despair. It is where you might be granted
a reprieve if you truly believe in wizards and dreamers.

You feel empty inside, and you hide it well.
your tell-tale heart was left out of the grand plan.
You stand motionless; your emotions are less moving.

Your thoughts are jumbled, and you stand mumbling
something about your mindless situation (as if
you ever had one in the first place) Your face

is blank and thankfully it hides your fear. It is here
that you wish bravado would find its groove, but you’ve
given up before the battle is won. You are one scared cat.

And that is you in a nutshell. Say “What the Hell!”
and tell the man what you need. Don’t think of it as greed
or avarice. It’s all good for what’s hurtin’ you.

Tell it to the man behind the curtain.
You owe it to yourself
and that goes for your little dog, too!

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – DAY 24: TELL IT TO________

DON’T TELL IT TO ME

Why are you telling me this?
You were never one to kiss and tell,
and it’s just as well. It’s a bit unfair
to draw me into your tale, but
it never fails, you think your exploits
make everyone else around you pale
in comparison. And like you are
a garrison of virtue? Please!
My disinterest is only paralleled
by my lack of empathy.
My caring tank is empty!
My tiny violin is playing a symphony
for your sad story. I’m sorry,
but tell it to someone who cares!
Don’t tell it to me!

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

POETIC ASIDES APRIL P.A.D. – DAY 24: TELL IT TO________