My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
You are my last breath,
the soft in and out of life.
Without you I gasp,
longing for you to fill me.
Bring me back to life, always.
Take my breath away,
I give it for you to live.
To resuscitate
our love is my fervent wish,
with breath from our parted lips!
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge – Day 30: LAST CHANCE
In the golden sound of love,
two hearts make the tone of one.
A beautiful symphony,
soundtrack of life
played eternally.
You hear the melody play,
and you know all of the words.
Sing with me!
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge – Day 29: LOVE/ANTI-LOVE
A quick glimpse was all it was.
A hesitation in my focus that caught me.
All I could see was what I spotted, by last chance.
A fated glance as it became
a prelude to finding out your name,
putting it all on the line in my mind. By last chance,
did you see me as well? Do tell
if familiarity breeds consent? I think what I meant
was, do you believe in things coming together by last chance?
In the great expanse of a universal truth,
what struck me in youth was a step toward eternity,
this serendipitous happenstance, a twist of fate by last chance.
You signed your signature with your smile
and it was while your teeth gleamed that it seemed
we were a destiny waiting to transpire; an inner fire. By last chance.
An extended hand, a stand closer than a wish, and a kiss;
a bold expression of a new found emotion. A building
devotion to a love long languishing enhanced by this last chance
and the feeling you get. And yet, you know when you know,
that love will grow despite the obstacles, this optical illusion,
this passionate confusion has taken root. All in a last chance.
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge – Day 30: Last Chance
Will you, won’t you join this dance?
Won’t you take this one last chance?
Would you, could you use your words,
write some poems (quite absurd)?
Will you take the steps you need?
Won’t you join us? Plant your seed?
Will you? Won’t you?
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge – Day 30: Last Chance
When I said I do, I did.
And I still do, I still say I do.
Just know it is true that
were it not for you
life’s adventures would be folly
and I, a less than jolly gent.
We’ve never been rich, have we?
Not in the asset sense, anyway.
But everyday you’re with me
gets me right here. You start
in the coffers of my heart,
where you’ve always belonged.
And I’d be wrong if I said
we were poor. I have you,
a most treasured value.
When I am sad, I can bank
on your smile to guide me right.
You are so much more, with interest!
Now, through your sickness
with your quickness fading
and jading what we’ve shared
all these years, amid the sorrows
and tear, the promise of tomorrow
always leads us back to right here.
I love you. I place no one above you
in my life. It comes back to the promise.
For richer, for poorer. In sickness
and in health… the wealth of us is in
every waking day we are together,
Our daily forever lasts for our lives.
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge – Day 29: LOVE/ANTI-LOVE
I love you, as the day is long,
I love you when you’re less than strong,
I love you more than I have shown.
I love you until the cows come home.
I love you as I always have,
I love you like a healing salve,
I love you, right down to the bone.
I love you until the cows come home.
I love you in the morning’s light,
I love you in the deepest night,
I love you like an ice cream cone,
I love you until the cows come home.
I love you, love, with all my heart,
I love you and will do my part,
I love you when you feel alone,
I love you until the cows come home.
I love you through the vows we made,
I love you through life’s sad charade,
I love you no matter what may come,
I love you until the cows come home.
I love you. Let me say it again,
I love you to the very end.
I love you in this constant drone,
I love you until the cows come home.
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge – Day 29: LOVE/ANTI-LOVE
Devastating words cross her lips,
that rip my heart out at every utterance.
She is overwhelmed, oppressed,
lost in her depressive trance
for close to a month now. How can we cope
when she can give up hope so easily?
I do what I can. I tend to her needs.
I pick up her prescriptions. I give her
the love she most certainly deserves.
It unnerves me; I try to keep her on point
from this disjointed reality.
Her medications help, but they deprive me
of her quality. When on, she has that in spades!
But, that is a trade we’ll make
at every turn. I yearn for her to return
without the burn of hearing, “I want to die.”
I’ll hold her (I told her I always will)
and still she can have her doubts. We’re in this together.
I die a little every time she says I want to die!
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge – Day 28: I WANT______
*** Yes, we’re talking to professionals and are in a good place. It is not a constant lament. It’s just that on really bad days, those are the words she says. Writing it helps.
A human tether
linking two souls
very much together.
Tactile embrace
in an intermingling of fingers
holding our hearts in each others hands.
The warm caress
transfers the heat between us
and becomes self-sustaining.
Always at your fingertips
I await to manipulate life’s difficulties
in the wave of my fidgety digits.
Never lost in the crowd
saying out loud what a whisper
could just as well convey easily.
For in the reach for your love
I have found something to hold to keep you.
Take my hand, and you will have my heart.
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge – Day 28: I WANT_____
Baling twine,
gorilla glue,
scotch, or masking,
or duct taping
and rubber bands
in hand work to keep
this tapped out old lout
from falling apart.
Just start from the toes
and work skyward!
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
Committing real life to save for posterity,
you lose some clarity in the translation.
No preparation can set you up for
what’s in store, and what’s more,
it would do no good. You would still
play in a continuous loop. And no matter
how many times you rerun your life,
you’ll never know how it ends
until the tape ends. And you’ll come to find
it’s not that kind when you rewind.
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016
My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
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