Protected pockets and momma’s
kiss goodbye on a freshly scrubbed cheek.
Meek to mild, this internal child dreams
of rockets and exploration and all
the sex his nocturnal suspicions
can muster. Buster browns and eyeglasses
round and magnified to hide his
insecurities and foibles. A boy in hiding
and chiding his lack of confidence,
inhibitions exhibited and held on to closely
well past high school. A foolish one who
could have done all that he could handle
if he would have expanded his horizons. Despising
everything he has become. Solace in the words
he uses and abuses; a poet lost,
suspenders holding up his muse.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Poetic Asides April Poem-A-Day Challenge: Day 1 – “Foolish”


Foamy surf rises
on the shore,
only to retreat.

It churns and charges,
lunar lambada.

Sea gulls and sand crabs,
starfish shine,
shimmer on the shore.

Lovers stroll at night,
moonlit trail,
setting their hearts free.

© Walter J. Wojtanik 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016: Day One: We’re Off To The Races – Lune (Form)


From dark past to bright future,
one sutures their heart together
after love has left them for dead.

It is said that only fools fall,
and all this time I thought I knew,
but what I was going through

was a painful blood-letting,
betting that if love didn’t conquer
all, it would give it a good fight.

I believed that right up until
I was left alone. I had gone to hell
and back so many times, I knew

the route by heart. And I would
always start back up again. You see a fool
believes. But love relieves you

of all your senses including common.
So if you perchance at romance,
proceed at your own risk and never ask
what a fool believes!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Poetic Asides April Poem-A-Day Challenge: Day 1 – “Foolish”


…and so I find there is a richness in these words, the expression of visions seen through the eyes of my heart. I started out on tentative feet, testing the waters when I should ought to have jumped right in. It brought me besides many like-minded souls, trolling their own waters to release the energies well within their worded wonder. People like me who think others might benefit from their “wisdom”. But the thoughts that languished within me have filled my coffers with a wealth of emotions and a twisted devotion to making a life of metered rhyme. But it has yet to make me rich. It never will. I’m never going to retire on it.

I’ve learned to follow my heart, and starting from that first fit of madness seven Aprils ago, I was able to show what it was that drove me (crazy or otherwise). Richer in the friends with whom I would surround myself, all with out-turned pockets, writing these bottle rockets of words that shot into the sky to explode brightly and then fade. No parades in our honor. Just the honor of the shared brilliance they and I had expounded. It has kept us grounded… we poor misguided minions.

But, there is no doubt that the verse that comes out has labeled me. In the fable of my life, I have been rife with enough good things of which to write. So many places I have been; seen. And people… those who have influenced me, those who have loved me. Those that I have loved. All have inspired this “rapid-fire poet for hire”, the tag that I have been given. I’m living proof that my dreams never truly fade. They merely invade my heart and coerce me to be what feels right to ME. This dalliance with words has infected me most of my life and I didn’t know it. Not until I saw myself through the eyes of a poet’s heart.

That being said, all that I have seen and done, all that I will eventually leave on the table untouched, all that I know or have known, will be left for others to judge. I am just Walter. You can call me poet; call me fool. I am one and the same!

And in the end,
life will be splayed on pages,
Tomes for tomorrow

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Poetic Asides April Poem-A-Day Challenge: Day 1 – “Foolish”