My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
Courage allows for our ethics to remain strong;
an idealism that is the antithesis
of what the common perception is.
A sense of decency and decorum.
A truth based in knowledge,
of good will, not bad faith.
Our punishment is the loss of freedom.
© Walter J. Wojtanik
There
is a
free
man in
Paris
who’s
life
was
free
fallin’.
He
kept
calling
Radio
Free
Europe
in the
hope
that he
could
free the
people.
He stood
high in the
Notre Dame stee-
ple. he shouted, “FREE-
DOM!” “SWEET FREEDOM!”
no one paid any heed,“Je
Suis” they would all
intone. “This is a free
country and we are born
free! We wish to be free and
thus we are free!” The man thought “How can
this be? Wishing doesn’t make one free!”‘Why,
it’s like wishing to fly!”Climbing the ledge, he
looked down on Paris and declared,“I want to be
free!”“I shall be fr- ee!” “Set me free!”
He spread his arms and leapt.
To his surpr- ise, he soared,
gracefully falling in the Provincial
Sky. A free ride, free as a bird,
Free to be…you and me, and a freebird in Paris.
(C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2015
***POETIC ASIDES WITH ROBERT LEE BREWER – PROMPT 295: “FREE”
Step-by-step closer to the edge,
looking to release the bond held tightly.
No other way out but down, and you know
whether wrong or rightly that your next step
may be your last. The die is cast.
You hear fate calling, leaving you
always free falling.
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013
Khara House’s 30 x 30 Challenge – Day 30 – prompt 1 – free for all
A loving heart is to be held,
Not tightly, but like a small bird.
Gently, tenderly – barely closing around it.
It cannot be held forever,
Love is a treasure that must be sent into the world.
Love smothered, languishes. Given away, it returns.
If you love something, set it free.
It will return if it was meant to be.
If not, you both are free.
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013
Suggested by POETIC ASIDES Day 4 – Hold That (Blank)
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Freedom From Want
A print of Rockwell’s work tattered and grease stained
and drained of all color; faded and showing years of use.
Not from abuse, but from a homage to a bygone age.
When all the rage is Christmas in October, you open
the hearth of home one last time, a reminder that
everything your parents ever worked for was instilled
in your own best efforts. To provide a roof, and warmth;
food and clothing and beholding to no one but your own
dignity and fortitude. It would be rude to take a hand
from one more deserving. Grandmother, with her better
half by her side sliding the golden brown bird before
and adoring family. “Freedom From Want” it declares,
and there’s the rub.. Everyone wants to their own degree.
But I see what home used to be and this need to be free lingers.
Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge – Day 26 – Free____/____ Free