MY-CROCOSM

(or “What Makes a Life So Far?”)

My life can be encapsulated in eight words, each a breach of my confidence and vision. As I look at every tidbit, I’m hit with a bit of melancholy. It is rather akin to folly to think we escape this life unscathed becoming one of my own memories in the process. This body is not a temple, not a vessel of peace or righteousness. My best guess is that I am just a monkey in this three-ring circus called life.

As a boy I had flat feet and although I did not choose to wear orthopedic shoes, I had to anyway. I cracked a front tooth when I was 12 and before I turned thirteen, I cracked the other. My sense of fashion was retarded by my father’s lack of it. He looked bad in the gaudy plaids he’d wear, and I did equally due too his hideous hand-me-overs! I delivered papers for a while, serving to 200 addresses (or two dumpsters). How does a kid get blacklisted by the fourth estate? And yet I persevered and became enamored with words in this lavish rouse of poetic prowess. I guess I’ve done okay by it!

Every walk of life,
presents us with a vision.
We see where we‘ve been

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Poetic Asides April Poem-A-Day Challenge 2016 – Day #15: Use four or more of these words: FLAT, RING, LAVISH, VESSEL, PAPER, BLACKLIST, GAUDY, TOOTH.

VINCENT BLINKED

“Whistling” Vinnie was missing a tooth,
which had given him all the charm
of a rotten Jack O’Lantern.
He wore a gaudy little pinky ring
that he flashed like some big shot,
although he was not.
His old Cadillac was rather garish,
hardly lavish and looked
like some battered vessel
dredged off the ocean floor after the war.
His dwelling was a lousy four-bit flat
with cantankerous radiators that clanked
and clunked throughout the night.
Vincent had been blacklisted
from all really great joints in town.
He’d frown and proclaim,
“That blacklist ain’t worth the paper
it’s printed on!” Neither were the bogus bills
he passed around the clubs. But here’s the rub!
Sadly, Vinnie’s now gone. Unceremoniously dumped.
He got sacked. He was whacked.
You would think he wouldn’t have blinked!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Poetic Asides April Poem-A-Day Challenge 2016 – Day #15: Use four or more of these words: FLAT, RING, LAVISH, VESSEL, PAPER, BLACKLIST, GAUDY, TOOTH.

MORNING DANCE

When morning comes to call
and night returns to slumber,
we’ll begin the day anew
with the promise of great things.

This new day, a new adventure,
arrives for one, for all,
and how we choose to use it,
will depend on what it brings.

So lifting evening’s pall
will be the nudge we need,
we will stand proud, stand tall,
and let not this day encumber.

We’ll celebrate when night time falls,
please join us in our number!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 – Day #15: “Doubles”

RENDEZVOUS

Softly, she sits waiting for the shadows to fall.
Softly, she sits waiting for the shadows to fall
and he, holds the night listening for her heart call.
And he holds the night listening for her heart call,
for he holds to her heart softly, listening, waiting,
and she sits, for the shadows call to the nightfall!

A planned meeting meant to join them.
A planned meeting meant to join them,
in their passion. They come together!
In their passion, they come together!
In a meeting planned, they meant to come together.
Join them. Their passion

rising within them, hearts are soaring!
Rising within them, hearts are soaring –
their lips are pressed, and arms enfolded.
Their lips are pressed, and arms enfolded,
their hearts are rising within them, soaring.
Lips and arms are pressed, enfolded!

She holds their arms softly, a passion rising,
they are enfolded – are soaring. He meant to come,
planned together, their meeting in the shadows.
Lips pressed to her heart
and listening within them for the nightfall,
waiting for hearts to call; sit and join them.

© Walter J Wojtanik, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 – Day #15: “Doubles”