GRASS GREEN AND SKY BLUE

Barefoot on a soft meadow tract,
grass green as seen by eyes
blue as the skies. A breath of wind
soothing my skin and keeping me
free to be the person I’ve always dreamed,
the who I’ve always seemed to
aspire to. The me that you have loved.
and above all else, no selfish wish
could hold you against your will.
My heart be still and let us
find the thrill unlike any seen, so true.
Grass green and sky blue; me and you.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

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THE PLEA FOR POETRY

 People think I write quite prolifically,
generating poems terrifically,
but that kind of effort specifically
is taxing and takes a bit more.
And you can be sure
it takes a toll at times
and some of my rhymes 
get tired and repetitive.
And yet, poetry is my sedative,
pleasing and not competitive,
and I’ll keep writing poems as long as I live.
When poetry begs me to write,
I can keep on going all night!

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

from POETIC BLOOMINGS: Prompt #254 – Second Wind

SUN GLOW IN AN EMPTY ROOM

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Sun In An Empty Room, a painting by Edward Hopper

Courtesy of www.EdwardHopper.net

Her vacancy gapes,
a stagnant yawn to the afternoon.
It was once a comfortable room.
But, no drape or curtain
can hide what it lacks.
Every building has many stories
No one is there to hear how
the sun glow warms a decrepit space!
 

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2019

dVerse – Quadrille #83: Sun

 

More Hopper inspired poems:

The Outskirts

Nick Has a Plan

SINCERE

A heart so true,
you can’t help but believe
for it will leave you in awe.
Every flaw becomes invisible,
becomes indivisible to your character.
An honest admittance that
costs a pittance but has great worth.
Where else on earth can trust and a faith
in purity offer surety of a connection
fair and true. It is up to you to believe,
I will not deceive. It comes straight from ♥ here.
In your heart I hope you know I’m sincere.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

ON THE BIRTH OF SOMETHING SO BEAUTIFUL

Brooklyn Ariel

The bond we’ve made was instant
and permanent, this haggard poet gent
and you, my darling granddaughter.
I sparkle when I am in your light,
a bright beacon in a world in need
of your luminescence. I get the chance
to hold you close. You look intently
as I gently tell you how much you’ve
given in the short time we’ve been together.
Your skin is so soft, mine the coarseness of leather
yet we complement each other sweetly.
Wrapped neatly in a swaddle, you flutter
and coo, you blink and explore, and what’s more
you smile, a contented little lass
(proving it’s not gas), and I melt.
I haven’t felt this joy since your mother
and aunt were born. But on this morn,
it is you, Brooklyn, who has brought beauty
into this tired life. You’ve so much to learn,
and I yearn to teach you all I can. Until then,
I will revel in something so beautiful!

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

Written to Poetic Asides Prompt # 484 – On ______

MARGARET ATWOOD CONTINUED

You begin this way:
this is your hand,
this is your eye…

…It begins, it has an end,
this is what you will
come back to, this is your hand.

~from Margaret Atwood’s poem “You Begin”

And so I continue!

This is my poem.
These are my words.
This is the time of night
where sleep beckons. I sit
fingers to keyboard on a silent eve.
This is my shirt; it has no sleeves.
It is as black as night,

or a chalkboard if you erase it.
Or blue if it’s really dark;
sometimes black looks like blue
when it’s really dark.
This is me and that is you and together
we are we, but never wee, for hearts in love
are so big as to hold it all.

You are as short as I am tall
and I continue to fall for you every time my rhyme
has you in it. So I begin it,
and then I continue. This is my poem.
These are my words, you are my muse.
I choose you to be, but that’s just me.
It always comes back to that!

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer – Prompt #481 – Pick a writer

LIVINGSTON

In the auburn sky, a lone gull flies
seeking perfection and heights yet attained
no matter how hard he tried and strained.
In the auburn sky a lone gull flies

seeking perfection and heights yet attained,
he was shunned by his feathered peers,
and it became one of his greatest fears –
seeking perfection, heights yet attained.

He was shunned by his feathered peers,
so, he flew off to find the Great Gull above
and the lesson he learned was to work on love.
He was shunned by his feathered peers

so, he flew to find the Great Gull above.
He kept working on love with the hope to uncover
the secret that he wished to discover.
So, he flew in search of the Great Gull above.

He kept working on love with the hope to uncover
the purest love. Deserved respect. Forgiveness.
A life well lived, never settling for less.
He kept working on love with the hope to uncover.

In the auburn sky, a lone gull flies.
Seeking perfection and heights yet attained
no matter how hard he tried and strained.
In the auburn sky, a lone gull flies.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

A Top Ten poem for the Catena Rondo Challenge at Poetic Asides

A TOUCH OF THE GRAPE

Here’s your jumpsuit,
put on these shoes,
read my manifesto,
search it for clues.

I’m the second coming,
and the third time’s the charm,
let me tattoo my signet
there on your arm.

Commune with nature,
commune with each other.
Come to my commune
it’s unlike any other.

The grounds of the compound
will keep us secluded
far from the scrutiny
where no one intrudes.

Watch for the mother ship,
hail to the comet,
chow down on these herbs,
they’ll make you vomit.

And here’s the good news,
we’re all going to heaven,
one group together,
film at eleven.

Just drink this grape drink
to quench your life’s thirst.
The line forms on the right,
which of you will go first?

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer Prompt #477 – “Leap of Faith” Poem