Reverberate in my head as a shout.
Telling me your feelings
full of your love. Proclaim from the rooftops
that love never dies. It goes on
to whisper something
only I would hear in my heart.
Whisper to me. Whisper sweet nothings.
Whisper something.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

 Written for De Jackson’s “Whisper” Quadrille #24 over at dVerse Poets Pub



I see no sense in worry.
It is the pain of a joyful heart.
Where trouble appears, fears bring on
the indecision of action, a hesitancy
that turns confidence on its ear.
I choose not fear, but to placate my joyful heart.
It starts with the thought that nothing
is so bad as to stop you from living your life.
Despite any perceived strife, you have no control.
So gird your soul and choose joy. Be happy today.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

QKJ #16 – Worry Not