PIEBUN (A Pie Haibun)

Here’s the thing! If you’re kept away, or worse yet having a bad day, it’s easy to say that there is a great way to ease your soul. You need to take control, take a stroll down to the nearest coffee knoll and name your poison. Spy to see what catches your eye.

Give in to the urge, and be that guy that takes his leave from “something” pie! Comfort food the way mom made it, never a need to go and berate it, for a good piece of pie will keep me sedated! It would be well worth the wait to give my karma an instant hit; as I savor every bite I’ve bit, a la mode, for the hell of it. I’ll be in nirvana (or just South of it).

The wonders of pie will never cease. Apple or cherry gives me release. From the glass rotisserie, it will tease but that’s really how pie is. So give me some please.

Foisted with whipped cream,
pie looks great and gives me peace.
So, just leave the plate!

© Walter J. Wojtanik

dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun Monday: Yummy!


I’m doing great!
I’ve lost some weight
and of late I’m finding my mojo again.
It hasn’t been easy (but then)
nobody said it would be.
I’m still the same old me,
only better. I’m back
to not sweating the small stuff.
It’s enough that I sweat
at all. Everything is small stuff.
I’m far from buff, but don’t
slough me off for trying.
I’m relying on my health
to be the wealth of me.
I am firmly in the groove,
not so new, but improved!

© Walter J. Wojtanik

Poetic Asides Prompt #389 – Improvement


And it goes on and on, oh, watching the river run,
Further and further from things that we’ve done,
Leaving them one by one.
And we have just begun watching the river run.
Listening and learning and yearning.
Run, river, run.

~ “Watching the River Run” –  Lyric by Kenny Loggins

Life is a river.
Cut into the world
swirled through valley
and dale; pastures
and disasters; ever-flowing.
Going along between the banks,
charted. Finding a fissure,
it branches and chances
to break free, new adventures
to explore. Going on and on.
Leaving our past on a fast
current; leaving memories
in our wake. Forsaking all else,
Watch how it goes.
Watch how it flows. Listening
and yearning to learn all we can.
Life goes on
Run, river, run!

© Walter J. Wojtanik

dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics: The River