INVISIBLE MAN

On 5 February 20195 February 2019 By Walter J. WojtanikIn ...no prisoners, Altered States, And then..., Deception, Disguise, dVerse, Invisible, Rondeau (Form), Through the Eyes of a Poet's Heart, Tuesday Poetics, Walt's Heartflashes - Poetry9 Comments

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…

IN THE KEY OF C

On 5 February 20195 February 2019 By Walter J. WojtanikIn Grey, Haibun (Form), Music, Through the Eyes of a Poet's Heart, Twiglet, Walt's Heartflashes - Poetry2 Comments

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

On 5 February 20195 February 2019 By Walter J. WojtanikIn Altered States, dVerse, Haibun (Form), Life, Solitude, Through the Eyes of a Poet's Heart, Walt's Heartflashes - Poetry8 Comments

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

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

IN THE END

On 1 February 2019 By Walter J. WojtanikIn Life, Love, Poetic Bloomings, Poetic Form, Through the Eyes of a Poet's Heart, Walt's Heartflashes - PoetryLeave a comment

Poets write of love, singers give it song,
and bright creative souls cannot be wrong.
Feel love! Feel Love! Its tender touch
reaches so deep to mean so much.
And in the end, ones so loved are so blessed
but they are envied by all the rest.

Yet, love is not meant to be locked away.
You can bet words of love will have their say.
Give love; get love, equal measure,
and know that it is life’s true treasure.
For in the end, others will share this prize,
It is perfection in the poet’s eyes.