IF I ONLY THOUGHT LOVE WAS ENOUGH

If I only thought love was the answer,
If I only thought words were enough,
If I only thought “I’m Sorry” would ease all your pain
I’d say it again, and again, and again.

If I only thought hearts wouldn’t crumble,
If I only thought those tears were the balm.
If I only thought my heart could absorb all your pain
I’d do it again, and again, and again.

If I only thought a mind could find solace,
If I only thought a soul could find peace.
If I only thought a reason could truly explain
I’d tell you again, and again, and again.

If I only thought you knew how I love you,
If I only thought love was enough.
If only I’d tell you again and again,
these moments wouldn’t be so tough.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

dVerse Poets Pub – MTB: Critique and Craft

 

A BAD AUBADE

Damn if that alarm clock isn’t annoying me,
toying with me to get the hell up!
The beams of light seem too God-blessed bright
and I’d be right to lower the blinds.
Morning comes too soon in my nightly swoon,
and this ribald tune in my head to this dread-
ed rise stays internal. Another infernal taunt
flaunting the daunting day ahead.
It makes me wish I were dead
to the world for another five minutes!
Carpe Diem? My posterior!
I’m not seizing anything until I’m ready!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

QKJ #19 – Aubade

 

PERSONAL BEST

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Another sunrise crests the treetops,
another day to celebrate life
expressed in words and rhymes
and at times, a song or two.
Memories of friends over time
and to whom you had connected offer

a slew of poems to remember them,
to hold them in heart when their presence
starts to fade. A parade of word warriors
seeking to hold the flank and to thank the gods
above for the love and guidance; a space dance
of a free and easy spirit. The music of life plays,
I hear it in every rustled leaf, in the coo
of a newborn infant who can’t help but make it.
I take it as another day of life afforded to me.
I see the new dawning with fresh eyes.
It is wise to greet each brand new day,
breaking your own record; your personal best.
All the rest is gravy!
© Walter J. Wojtanik, 2017
QKJ # 19 – Aubade