INVISIBLE MAN

Please don’t look for me. I will not be there.
If my spirit lingers, it’s out of fear
of leaving this place unattended.
My worn and ravaged heart has been mended,
      but the scars are much to much to bear.

In the shadows I stay, lurking here where
I remain covered and concealed there.
My heart torn actions have been defended.
      Please don’t look for me…

You fail to see me, and you do not care
that I had given all I had. But dare
I ask for its return it would end
terribly. You can see nothing, my friend;
there’s blankness in your eyes, that distant stare –
      Please don’t look for me…

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

IN THE KEY OF C

Grey shades become a blur, they stir an uneasy feeling as they’re stealing all tonal cohesion, freezing your ear in unsavory ways. It plays on your sense of composition. Your condition does not translate well and you dwell on its sound. You’ve been around these keys enough to know you can throw a klinker here and there. But that is where it rests. Stay sharp and do your best. Roses are red. Love is blue. We all live in a yellow submarine. But shades of grey rule the day as long as I play.

Nature’s symphony
playing across a grey sky
In the key of C

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

for Twiglet #112 – “In the Key of C”

 

 

WELCOMED SOLITUDE

I hear it clearly. For years now the sound of silence has become a trusted friend. My head clears when I near its fringe. Any hinge unlatched becomes attached in this peace. A place where space is abundant, and a writer can be inspired, synapses fired and reloaded, goaded into action. The attraction is most wanted, a welcomed invitation to find the inspiration I seek. As others begin to stray, here I will stay. Surrounded by the sound of silence. This trusted friend. My words never end in this place and I find my peace in my solitude.

the meadow of thought
the great expanse of silence
only peace invades

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

Written for my return to dVerse Poet’s Pub – Haibun Monday: Solitude