TOYS IN THE ATTIC

In a melancholy mood…
The brood is dwindling
and what remains is kindling
for my mind. Among a myriad
of minutia I find memories,
things my daughters possessed
and left behind. Our nest will rest
on “E”, and come December,
I will be hard pressed to remember
whose toys were whose. I choose to recall
all the joy my children had,
and they seemed glad to have
what they did. No longer kids
but adults on the cusp of their own dreams.
It seems I get laced in nostalgia
as neuralgia settles in. It would be a sin
to let these things go to waste.
It’s time for other young ones
to taste the joy of each of these toys
my daughters left behind. I find
the memories take up less space
and yet fill my heart so much more.

© Walter J. Wojtanik

AS LONG AS YOU REMAIN

As long as you remain in my heart,
you are never gone. You are
the one who has brightened my days
always and in all ways.

I can never miss you.
You are never gone. You are
what a smile is to a bad day
always and in all ways.

I hold you here where my heart resides
deep inside, you are never gone.
You are the one that had become
a habit I couldn’t break. It would take

as long to purge you from that place
as it would take to traverse space
and come back here safe and sound. I have found
the seed you had planted continues to blossom.

No gloom befalls me. You enthrall me
as you always have, all way and forever.
You are never gone, as long as I breathe.
I believe in the joy of you! It’s true.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

Poetic Asides Prompt #388 – As _____ as _____

BEYOND THE SEA

Two adrift in open waters,
sailing as ships in the night,
within each other’s wake,
they chart their course
by the stars above. No shore
can define them, only starlight
and stiff breezes. They seize
the moment to please
to satisfy their sense of adventure.
He sends her a signal,
one heart’s semaphore to say
all his flags can convey.
Turning into the wind, two friends
Find hearts can be beyond the sea.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

I THOUGHT ABOUT YOU

We don’t talk much lately.
Our ways have become separate
and it seems every desperate time
brings you to mind, remembering
how you lightened my heart
and I would start felling better.
Even though we are not together,
I thought about you!

Your face is a constant memory,
an etching on my mind, and I find
your smile still placates my soul.
I loses control when it graces me
and it places me near you,
even though we are not together.
My heart is light as a feather.
I thought about you!

I don’t know if my admission
puts you in an awkward position,
but the condition of my heart
will not let me part fully.
You are duly in my sights.
Even though we are not together, I miss you
tonight and every night. You’re out of sight but
I thought about you.

Your eyes have burned you into my being
and I am seeing you in everything I do.
It is true we’ve put more distance
in our distance, but at every chance
you resurrect in my memory, touching
my heart and my soul and my mind.
It must be some sort of sign…
I thought about you!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

BE – AN EPIPHANY

The lesson becomes this. You learn by living. And you hope you’re allowed to apply all of these lessons before your living ends. The nest is vacated as of late, not quite empty but that’s just semantics. The girls have ostensibly evacuated, leaving my wife and me to “fend for ourselves”. We do OK. I cook. She cleans. I repair and remodel. She washes and gardens. I nocturnally smash my head into furniture; she resumes a battle against her dreadful afflictions. But, we do OK. The battles used to be shared. We were mutual combatants in a strained union, dancing precariously on the precipice of a bottomless free-fall. Somehow, the feet always seemed to avoid that finality. You come to be a student of your own mistakes, taking what you can salvage and leaving the unnecessary flotsam for the plankton. The fate has been tickled and in the thick of it, remains our sanity. So we chose to dance; to cling to a life for the prescribed better or worse and try to nurse this wounded beast back to health (or some semblance thereof!) We had gotten into the habit of letting life slip by. But, our new discoveries dictate that if you do that long enough, you die without living (learning the lessons). That needed to be remedied. After all, I repair and remodel, so fixing covers it.

The truth lies in this lesson: love, deserved respect, and forgiveness all seem to be equally important. These make a life well lived. I had lost sight of the importance of the life I had been given. I tried to strive for “poetic perfection”, bucking the system; thinking myself above the “flock”. I went on this journey to find a “higher plane”, without realizing “I had already arrived”. The time wasted trying to honor and glorify my abilities, skewed my sense of priority; it almost destroyed me. I became what I had always been, a small grain of sand on a vast lake shore, a speck in the early evening sky.

My wife and I had come to find something we had lost or forgotten a while back: love, respect and forgiveness. And in the tenderness and embrace of this moment, I fell in love with my wife all over again! And the lesson becomes this. You learn by living. And you hope you’re allowed to apply all of these lessons before your living ends. Whatever happens in this life, that moment belongs to us.

© Walter J. Wojtanik

Offered at dVerse Poets Pub – MTB: Prose Poetry

IN SILENCE

Hushed breathing
in the dark night.
Nightlight aglow.
Suddenly stirred,
a sense of security arises.
Listening in the night,
attentive. A soft giggle; the coo
of a precious dove, angelic.
She settles in again to sleep.
A world of love in a baby’s peep!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille #27 – Giggle

MAYBE I’M AMAZED

I heard it again on the radio.
From long ago, it was our song.
And I heard it yesterday. Is it wrong
to make me think of you, your loving glow.
There’s no pretending my heart would know
and is starting to feel you through this song.
I heard it again.

Why do I marvel when your spirit shows?
When I hear it would I keep love as strong?
Maybe I’m amazed you’re here all along
when I honor you as my words flow?
I heard it again.

© Waltetr J. Wojtanik – 2017

Rondine (Form) as presented by Robert Lee Brewer at Poetic Asides

 

HEARTS AT SEA

Two hearts afloat upon love’s endless sea,
bobbing free in currents of emotion.
There is no lake or ocean can compare
to the freedom there. Two hearts float in love.

Above is an endless sky full of stars.
Hearts navigate by their chart position,
a condition driven by the love shared.
They are spared rough tides; they ride the current.

The rough torrent cannot put them under,
it’s a wonder love keeps their heads above
water. They ought to thank their lucky stars,
they are adrift uplifting each other.

Hearts at sea are free to be. Their journey
can lead them to distant shores and much more!

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2017

REFRESHING: A CONTRAPUNTAL POEM

STIRRING MUSIC

Her music stirs my senses,
a lightning bolt to shake me
waking me from my malaise and breaking me
away from this crazy despair.
I find her there, and I have this need to listen,
though I am not required to pay her heed.
she has written lyric and book and I pine to read.

REFRESH

A new start to an old beginning,
the winning formula has been improved.
When moved to resurrect a suspect muse,
I choose to use whatever is available,
turning the sail into her wind to begin again!
She is all that I have come to believe!
Everything she whispers is refreshing; a true blessing.

REFRESHING

Her music stirs my senses,
a new start to an old beginning,
a lightning bolt to shake me,
the winning formula has been improved,
waking me from my malaise and breaking me.
When moved to resurrect a suspect muse
and away from this crazy despair,
I choose to use whatever is available,
I find her there, and I have this need to listen,
turning the sail into her wind to begin again,
though I am not required to pay her heed.
She is all that I have come to believe,
she has written lyric and book and I pine to read
Everything she whispers is refreshing; a true blessing!

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

Contrapuntal Poem as highlighted by Robert Lee Brewer

THE VERY BEST ON EARTH

Her music stirs my senses,
a lightning bolt to shake me
from my malaise and break me
away from this crazy despair.

I find her there, and I have this need to listen,
though I am not required to pay her heed.
She has written lyric and book and I pine to read
all that she’s worth; the best value on earth!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

QKJ #30 – Use these words: bolt, shake, pine, required, music, break, earth, book, senses