So many places we could go
and it would go to show
that wherever we go,
there we are! We can go
by plane, go
by car, go near or far and never
tell a soul where we’ll go!
Or, we could just find a quiet place
where the only trace
of beauty would be your face
and a duty to each other.
We wouldn’t need to bother
leaving our seclusion.
The conclusion people will make
will take some doing of where
we we’re going. We could tell,
but let’s not and say we did!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

Poetic Asides Prompt #381 – Let’s_______


In the present we stand, hand-in-hand for the cause of poetry.
Not quite sure what means to this end, but poets and friends
sharing in the hearth of majestic musings warm their hearts
with glowing expressions. Never at a loss for words
but sometimes a lot of effort goes unnoticed. The rhyme
stays within reason, for ’tis the season for all to write.

We would be well within our right
to seize the opportunity to delve into poetry,
giving proper respect to the relevant rhyme,
for what would sound more fitting between friends?
After all, we all craft with our own fine words
and hold the verse of others to our hearts.

For it is within the beating of said hearts
that we find the power in all that we write.
Poems flow from the manipulation of words,
and become the true essence of living poetry.
Inspiration expressed in the gathering of friends
all for the propagation of rapturous rhyme.

Not all find worth in the like sounding rhymes
preferring the freedom that liberates their hearts
in the form a verse that is as free. These, my friends,
are the choices that we as poets make. We are what we write.
It takes all kinds to write all forms of poetry,
but a true poet see the emotion woven into words.

Offer up your musings, for the communion of words
never ceases. Be they random or deliberate, rhymes
are the glue that holds together all our pieces. Poetry
is the literal music of our souls. It resides in every heartfelt
pang of passion and fashions itself into the right
moments of our lives as if they were comforting old friends.

What can we do to spread the scope of our beauty, friends?
Put the power of your opinion or your longing into words,
for it is within every woman and man’s right
to give the world exactly what we glean from our rhymes.
Poetry is a pulse. It is the syncopation of a loving heart.
And the living that we do, becomes our lifelong poetry.

Give poetry a chance, friends.
Leaving your heart in every word.
You have the time to rhyme; and all night to write it.


The walk of life.
A rocky road full 
of potholes and pitfalls
causing stumbles and pratfalls.

The destination is clear.

It can’t be seen from here,
but at the end of that road
lies the end of the road.

Ask yourself: Did I love?

Fully; unconditionally?
There is no price on love,
but its value is infinite.

Yet, we tend to give love away.

That is to say that what we dispatch,
is as much as we receive, and do not believe
the blessings you bestow on others

do not flow back to you.
It is true. Love is the compass 
of every journey. If you value love
and give your love, you’re well on your way.

Love leads to love.
It gives you direction.
Value love!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

QKJ #25 – Value