Grey shades become a blur, they stir an uneasy feeling as they’re stealing all tonal cohesion, freezing your ear in unsavory ways. It plays on your sense of composition. Your condition does not translate well and you dwell on its sound. You’ve been around these keys enough to know you can throw a klinker here and there. But that is where it rests. Stay sharp and do your best. Roses are red. Love is blue. We all live in a yellow submarine. But shades of grey rule the day as long as I play.

Nature’s symphony
playing across a grey sky
In the key of C

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

for Twiglet #112 – “In the Key of C”




You’ve been dispatched,
snatched from the jaws of romantic victory.
But you could see the writing on the wall,
you’ve taken a fall most precarious,
and she was serious with her missive.
You’ve been dismissed,
given the big kiss-off. You scoff
but know your indignation was born
of your stagnation. You floundered,
rounded third and were thrown out at home.
You saw it coming, it had been drumming
on your nerves and that curve ball blew past you.
You’re finished. You’re through. She’s moved on,
so should you! Send packing, lacking any reason.
Her love’s been recanted, dear John.
You’re no longer wanted.
Hit the road, Jack!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

Quickly – Make it easy on yourself

Based on:


I found my true voice years ago, an accidental discovery due to a poetic heart and musical bent. Beatles, Chicago and ol’ Blue Eyes. I could harmonize to “Love Me Do”, and “Do-Be-Do-Be-Do” like The Chairman. Unfortunately, I could never nail the trumpet trills or trombone slides. On occasion, I would display my vocals while in flight on the Thruway with my rendition of “Come Fly With Me”, or breaking my vocal cords with a Helter-Skelter scream. I always dreamed of being up on stage, but at this stage of life, I’d be happy to just keep on driving. Lead vocals not included!

silence falls and breaks
calls to pierce the solitude
songbirds find their voice

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun Monday: Tramps Like Us…


“Life is like music; it must be composed by ear, feeling and instinct, not by rule”. ~ Samuel Butler

Throw the handbook out the window,
it serves no good purpose. No rule can dictate
what lies buried deeply within. The symphony
of existence becomes a cacophony
of a metered and melodic meander
through the movements we affect;
a direct and didactic work of art.
No instinct can be denied, for inside
lies the masterwork of The Maestro,
every note ingrained and paced only
by a loving heart and a feeling soul.
The music of life plays sweetly
touching the strings that bind us together.
You can feel the passion swell,
there is no mistaking its melody.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

“Meter” Poem


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


I hear this music in my head,
a loop of melody rolling around
and around this sound a lyric forms,
the sound deforms to fit my mood
and it is all-good the way I hear it,
sing the song; say what you hear.

The rhythm requires a little fiddle
to help me solve this music riddle,
Don’t let it fool ya, it’s kind of cool, (yeah)
and it can school ya if you let it.
Don’t forget it, just write it down,
this loop of melody keeps rolling around.

The bridge will get you from to here
to the next bar, it’s really not far,
just a skip and a jump and a thumping
bass line. A little face time and a chorus
between us. This song could’ve been us
if we could carry a tune. Or rhyme with June… or soon…

But it’s not broken so don’t fix it,
just take a sample and mix it,
but don’t break no rules, yo(u)
I can glue ya, if I do ya like a melody,
it is all good. The way I hear it,
that’s the spirit, play it by ear!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

QKJ #26 – In The Mood



The           violins strain,
    draining every             last
        bit of
                                    in it.
                                        A cho-
                                            rus of
                                        woodwinds and
                                 reeds feeds its longing,
                                belonging to the two hearts
                               who hold the embers of true
                              friendship aloft. The melody
                               of connected souls scored;
                                   composed in love!

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille #21 – TAKE A BREATH


All logic should have told him
that a pack mentality would fuck
with his reality. Hating crowds,
he became tangled in her web, a one-man
band bringing her to a froth-laced frenzy.
He could make her scream when his licks were clean.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge – Day 18: Use these 6-words – 

logic, pack, web, froth, clean, band