SOME DAYS ARE NOT SO EASY

I find myself sitting, wondering
how my lifelong blundering
got me to where I stand,
to blow my horn
free to wax in these poetic terms
until the worms feast (that is
as harsh a vision I could muster).
So, I rant and bluster as if
winter lived within me. I have come
prepared, to concentrate, to vanish,
to smell the varnish,
to raise a glass to the light of a new day.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2021

BIRD IN MOTION

Notes falling in cascade,
a flow tailor-made
for days such as this.
Pure bliss in the melody given,
driven by nature’s call
and all the breath a bird
could muster for its swift flight
A bird lives to fly.
Bringing joy to this nature-boy.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2021

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