Of me!
Of Life!
Of these questions recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless
wondering about existence with persistence
and resolve, trying to solve the mysteries, failing;
Of myself,
mired in thoughts profound, that surround
in a confused fog, a lone dog chewing on life’s flavored bone. Alone;
Of eyes that crave the light
of each new day, of each new idea,
of every struggle, the brilliance of wisdom glowing;
Of every poor result left to fester,
of the sullied crowds plotting
allotting me to surrender without recourse;
Of the empty useless years, no rest
on this life quest when I acquiesce to this folly,
no jolly expression left unpunished, unfinished;
Of the terrible doubt
that lingers with words left to languish in these fingers
poetic verses worsen as time passes, thoughts amassed and sequestered;
Of the uncertainty of what life remains
to offer to fill the coffers of one left bankrupt of ideas,
of ideals, of the feeling of relevance and some semblance of honor;
Of day and night awash in memories lost
of doubtless apparitions holding answers to questions unasked
or pondered, wonders of the world we possess and caress with our words;
Of course, nothing comes from nothing
and should nothing become something, we will dream and fly,
an eye on future tomorrows, of joys and sorrows;
Of the visages of things that bring into focus
what hearts envision; of piercing through every heaven,
every hell and the ability to tell the difference;
Of the ugliness of men to cast aspersions one upon the other,
making sister and brother enemies of that hated state.
Return to the sacred plate of communion, a blessed union of souls;
Of me?
Of life recurring?
Of Leaves of Grass and such!
© Walter J Wojtanik – 2020
Inspiration drawn from Walt Whitman’s works – Leaves of Grass, O Me! Oh Life!, Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances, Of the Visage of Things
THROUGH THE EYES OF A POET'S HEART 
I knew that I was smitten,
your gentle grace – perfection,
a love so purely written.
And in these words, poetic
(although they were not quoted),
would sound a bit prophetic,
but still they were not noted.
Your words of love, handwritten,
a love that was quite lawless,
affections once unwritten
now read as truly flawless.
© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019
Poetic Asides Poetic Form Challenge – Ae Freislighe