(A Kenning poem)

Bottom Feeder eater,
Real reeler,
Nibble feeler,
Worm impaler,
Trolling sailor,
Fast caster,
Bass master,
Fly tier,
Rod for hire,
length liar
One hip-wader,
Master baiter,
Net getter,
Nothing better.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 – Day #20: “Kenning Poem”


We don’t make eye contact anymore.
I ask you; you’re FINE!
All of your venom is reserved for me,
it’s all mine. Was it something I said?
Something I left unsaid?
If your demeanor was any meaner
I’d be pushing up the daisies instead.
Call me crazy (you always do), but you never
balk at talking until I enter the conversation,
the cause of my consternation!
A text on my cell phone emotes more elation
than you stealing these moments of silence
from my vacant stare. Are you still there?
What we have here…is a failure to…

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Poetic Asides April Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day #20: “What’s Left Unsaid?”


Heartstrings and tethers stretch
across the moments and hours.
And days spent wondering if
the last time we met would remain
as such. Much time expressed
in admiration and attention paid
to details of another far reaching
horizon. Our eyes meet,
and our departure reads like
a greeting; premature but sure
to take place. Your face shows
no sadness or depression.
There is just an expression
of anticipation, “We’ll meet again!”
We step out of our yesterdays
into this day. The newness rings familiar.
Nothing has changed. We knew
it wouldn’t so we shouldn’t
give it such gravity. Our separation
is marked by silent brevity. Each new day
brings its challenge, and in the melange
of mnemonic thought we are reunited.
Unconditional and unrequited,
but highlighted by our love of words.
Heard, yet unspoken; never broken.
We are tied to one another by our promise.
“We’ll meet again”. You can bet on it.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Poetic Asides April Poem-A-Day Challenge 2016 – Day #20: “What Goes Unsaid?”