NIGHT FALLS

Evening descends like a hushed silence,
and tranquility is its marker.
Her song is a lilting lullaby
in the shadows of the night.
There’s no threat of violence
as the midnight sky grows much darker.
The constellations fill the sky
contradicting darkness, bringing light.

© Walter J Wojtanik -2019

Offered at:
Poetic Asides: Cyhydedd Naw Ban (Welsh Poetry Form)

and

dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille – …and the most beautiful words are…  

tranquility

A variation of the form written as a companion piece to “Comes the Morning”

COMES THE MORNING

Morning arrives like a soft whisper.
As he prepared to leave, he’ll kiss her

and he’ll wish her a wonderful day.
She coos through sleepy dreams and she’ll say

“Love you!”, an incoherent mumble
that he almost hears as he stumbles

through the kitchen door and heads for work.
Waking to her presence is a perk

that he has been gifted. She’s his prize
that he sees through appreciative eyes.

He feels fortune has smiled on him,
and it surely has. It’s not a whim.

Morning arrives, a brand-new blessing.
It will be a good day, he’s guessing.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer – Cyhydedd Naw Ban (Welsh

poetic form)

LOST AND MIRED

I had lost my way. Mired in a jungle of thought, I found myself drifting away from my base – away from my mind’s center. Words, once an ally, have taken umbrage against a senseless ramble I had assumed. There’s no counting for intent, this descent was rapid. I could not stop my fall. When it began, I don’t recall… wrong, maybe I do. I think it started when I presumed people wanted to hear what I had to say. I wrote in a poetic way, a rapid-fire muse that would refuse to rest. It had gotten tired and old. I started to hate the direction I was headed, which was no direction at all. I had lost my way. Mumbling to myself, I found this quote, “You will love again the stranger who was yourself”. I started finding myself by loving who I was.

 © Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

 Written for dVerse Poets Pub – Prosery #3: Love After Love

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

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 ______

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

BEG, BORROW AND STEAL

Please, don’t make me ask again,
don’t make me beg and plead.
I need you as a lover, a friend.
Please, don’t make me ask again.
Those mixed signals that you send
won’t fulfill my needs.
Please, don’t make me ask again,
don’t make me beg and plead.

I don’t want to borrow your heart,
I know I’ll need it for a while,
as I have right from the start,
I don’t want to borrow your heart.
I’ve been hit by cupid’s dart,
launched from your sweet smile.
I don’t want to borrow your heart,
I know I’ll need it for a while.

But if I must, I’ll steal it,
that fact is undeniable.
and when it’s gone, you’ll feel it,
But if I must, I’ll steal it.
I hope you won’t repeal it,
my love is quite reliable.
But if I must, I’ll steal it,
That fact is undeniable.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

Poetic Asides April Poem-a-Day Challenge 2019 – Day 5: Steal

I THINK I KNEW

Remember how it all started
Until the day you departed
Leaving me quite broken hearted?

It is as if you always knew,
That I would not be right for you.
In my heart I knew it was true.
You had me truly outsmarted.

I guess you’d think I would have seen
The highs, the lows, and in between.
That you could really be so mean
On the day you up and darted.

But, out of bad things comes some good,
I think I knew it always would.
And I’d get lucky (knock on wood)
So on my heart she had charted.

In with the new, out with the old
(the one that left me in the cold)
I found one with a heart of gold)
and so, I was in wholehearted.

Now, we’re together to this day.
It was a blessing, in a way,
I had this fear she would not stay,
And that I would be bogarted.

Love finds a way in it’s own time
So I could capture it in rhyme,
Writing the words that say that I’m
Happy that I had restarted.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

For Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer: Poetic Form – Zejel