STAR WRITER

When evening calls and I am here
poised at my keypad rapt in worded wonder,
thoughts of you invade my thinking
giving me this inkling that we have connected
in ways we don’t understand. Here I am,
just a man you had known now fully grown
and dabbling in these poetic pursuits.
And you, the woman who is drawn to my words,
drawing the inspirations found hidden there.
I can thank my lucky stars in this fortuitous sky
that we seem to have teamed up to create magic
in sight and sound, looking to orbit this universe
we are constructing. Written in the stars,
knowing that this moment is ours.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Poetic Asides April Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day #22: “STAR _____”

VIRTUAL BLOG TOUR MAKES A STOP IN BUFFALO!

WWojIt is always a pleasure to help promote and advance the creative process. It is a great thrill to be feted in the same way. This poetic world we share is an ongoing “mutual admiration society”.

In that, I was honored to be asked by my friend, Laurie Kolp, to be one of her selections in this virtual blog tour. The mission is to introduce gifted bloggers and their blogs and have them share the work behind their writing and creative processes. You can visit her tour post at Laurie Kolp Poetry

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BIO:
Laurie Kolp lives in Southeast Texas with her husband of 15 years, three kids and two dogs. She claims her native tongue is poetry. It must be true; she “speaks” it fluently. Laurie has recently had her first full-length poetry collection, Upon the Blue Couch(Winter Goose Publishing) , published in April .

Learn more at her website http://lauriekolp.com.
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JLSeagull

1. What am I working on?
Currently, I am finishing the editing for my own first full length poetry collection. The theme lends itself to a series of books, but I’ll be happy to get this first one off the launch pad. My frantic pace to write poetry has given me much from which to choose, albeit driving me crazy at times. With several chapbooks under my belt, I figured it’s time I worked the “big tent” for a bit. Taking advice and encouragement from my poetic friends keeps me well in the loop.

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2. How does my work differ from others of its genre?

I’m not sure what “genre” I am ensconced in. I am also a lyricist, so that comes through. I have been told I write tender love poems and steamy passionate pieces. I have a skewed vision of my world and the humor of that comes to the fore as well. Satirist, journalist, you call me what you will. Read my words and you can decide how I differ. I suspect we never really do vary from each other.

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3. Why do I write/create what I do?

It’s this innate fear that if I do not create/ write/ release what I do, I will explode with nothing left than words strewn about my living room floor. My writing stemmed from my debilitating shyness as a young boy. I was very introverted. I was invisible. And expressing in words became the voice on paper that I wished I could vocalize freely. Even after beginning this process, I was reticent to let my poetry see the light of day. It’s a good guess I’ve stepped clear of that!

Poetry Reading at Pausa Art House Photo by Paula Sciuk (C) 2014
Poetry Reading at Pausa Art House
Photo by Paula Sciuk (C) 2014

4. How does my writing/creating process work?

I have no set routine. The spirit of my muse grips me at strange moments sometimes. My belief is that inspiration is found wherever you look for it. I do have certain subjects that just flow freely and have offered some of my best work, in my opinion. My parents and family, lost loves, and a fascination with the Neverland and the wizard of Oz. Lost boys and witches, the story of my life!
All my work is considered “in progress” I’ve never learned to “leave the painting alone” after a while. Every draft a First Draft. Every revision is a first draft. I treat them all the same.

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I have selected three creative souls to continue this virtual tour. Next week, they will guide you through the same questions about how and why they tick! Please visit their sites!
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Halpin  ROB HALPIN
Soul of a poet and writer stuck with the body and mind of a soccer player. That is Rob Halpin. On occasion, something worth reading finds its way out. To see if you agree, you can check out his blogs:

Lorwynd’s Thoughts
(http://lorwynd.wordpress.com/)

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PKPDR. PEARL KETOVER PRILIK
(Dr.) Pearl Ketover Prilik is a writer/psychoanalyst living on the South Shore of LI. She has had three non-fiction books published, was editor of a post-doc psychoanalytic newsletter and editor/contributor of two poetry anthologies –She has been delighted to have poetry and micro-fiction published in a number of online and print literary journals and is currently and still successfully avoiding editing two completed novels. Although she is known alternately as pkp, Dr. Pearl, drpkp and a few other alias she claims to have committed no crime outside the purview of the grammatical.

Visit her blog at IMAGINE http://www.drpkp.com/

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MY THIRD IS STILL BEING COY, RIDING THE FENCE. I WILL POST SOON.

HERSCHEL HEARS A WHAT?

An elephant’s loyal one-hundred percent, but a hippopotamus
Not so much, and as such Herschel the Hippo kept
To himself and dreamed of returning to
Israel to plant a tree and wail at the wall.

Some of the other animals knew his
Elephant cousin (who talked to dust), but they never
Minded Herschel. They thought him different.
Instead of welcoming the hippopotamus,
They looked askance at the thick-skinned mammal
Inciting remarks of the cruel and hurtful kind.
Certainly, they knew that a Hebrew Hippo meant no harm.

Regardless of what Mel Gibson spewed
Everyone knew Herschel, though not loyal, was still a
Mensch. It did not matter to Herschel.
After all, he had heard that kind to hate speech before.
Remarkably, he did not go mashuga and rampage,
Killing the anti-Semites. He donned his yarmulke; boarded his flight.

THEN AND NOW

(RISPETTO FOR CATHY)

Could it be you did not see me;
out of sight and out of your mind?
It wasn’t easy to be me,
let alone be drawn to your kind.

But years later, you’ve found my words
and think not one of them absurd,
they soothe your mind and warm your heart.
I guess that was the place to start.

THE POETRY IN MY MUSIC #1

This is my first foray into adding sound to my blog. One of the many forms my poetry takes is as lyrics to my music. Admittedly, my voice isn’t what it used to be (whose is really?). But the message comes through. I chose A DREAM FOR MY HEART as my first submission because we all have dreams we hold close, and whether we achieve them or not, we still strive for that blessed someday. The lyrics are posted. Click on the title for the audio link.

(Give Me) A DREAM FOR MY HEART

Melody and Lyrics by Walter J. Wojtanik – © 2006

I open my eyes to the challenge of life in this crazy world,
And I take on the task, seeking things that I lack, to carry me through.
So I keep my feet moving (never getting me there)
It just seems that people do nothing but stare
And I stay in one place looking up in the air
Searching for signs to clear up my mind, I wish for a dream.

It wasn’t so long that the sound of my song was light-hearted and free,
And the taste of success was as sweet as the rest and so easy to see.
So I’m striving for something I’ve wanted so bad
Putting all of me out there with all that I have
Hoping my gift will carry me far, right up to my star
I wish for my dream.

Give me a dream for my heart to cling to,
Believe in my chance to believe in myself
Dreams for a heart I can sing all my songs to
Give me a chance to believe in my dreams.

I’ll write you the words and I’ll sing from my soul
I’ll put you to music
Living this dream that I’ve cherished so long, for all of my life
So I’m list’ning for something, the beat of my heart,
Feeling determined, right from the star
I’ll take this emotion and leave them on stage, turning each page
I’m living my dream.

Give me a dream for my heart to cling to,
Believe in my chance to believe in myself
Dreams for a heart I can sing all my life to
Give me a chance to believe in my dreams.

Give me a dream for my heart to cling to,
Believe in my chance to believe in myself
Dreams for a heart I can sing all my life to
Give me a chance to believe in my dreams.

Give me a chance, give me a dream.