NIGHT SHADOWS FALL COLDLY

On 8 January 2018 By Walter J. WojtanikIn dVerse, Haibun (Form), Moon, Morning, Mourning, Through the Eyes of a Poet's Heart, Walt's Heartflashes - Poetry, Winter19 Comments

Night falls upon the lowly, as bright lights fade and shadows creep right before they slumber. Slowly, they fight their weary eyes to sleep and morning sits in vigil, silent; still. Winter’s moon and stars align at will, warning midnight sprites upon the hill that soon their lights will die, become nil.

Day will pass in its allotted time, while hay made as the sun shines, lingers. May the world know night’s toils in this rhyme, saying all that a heart desires. Fingers curl to grasp the cold and darkened shroud, frost descends to cover lovers avowed. Hurl the pall so all can call out loud, kissed by winter’s shadow so endowed.

moon set horizon
vanishes as mourning comes
night’s death brings on day

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WHISPERS OF LOVE

On 14 April 201614 April 2016 By Walter J. WojtanikIn Altered States, April Poetry Month, Challenge, Death, Haibun (Form), Life, Love, Mourning, Poetic Asides, Through the Eyes of a Poet's Heart, Time out, Walt's Heartflashes - PoetryLeave a comment

Soft insinuations play within this vacuous heart. It starts as the spark that memory allows to smolder. A siren’s call within my head displaces dread and heartache. Here within these gates, among the marble pillars; stones and obelisks to mark each valiant soul, and I take time out to stand before her. Sunset near breaking, taking its time to shine upon this cold place. Her face, behind closed eyes, tender touches of hands so soft, serenity’s surrogate reminding me time and again. Calling in telepathic tones, my name in her voice, her name in my ear. Laments of love return in silent whispers, hand reaching, beseeching the spirits to rest and allow me the same. And still I hear my name. Whispers of love never die!