HELP ME, I THINK I’M FALLING

There
is a
free
man in
Paris
who’s
life
was
free
fallin’.
He
kept
calling
Radio
Free
Europe
in the
hope
that he
could
free the
people.
He stood
high in the
Notre Dame stee-
ple. he shouted, “FREE-
DOM!”  “SWEET FREEDOM!”
no one paid any   heed,“Je
Suis” they          would all
intone. “This             is   a free
country and              we are born
free! We wish                   to be free and
thus we are free!” The man thought “How can
this be?  Wishing doesn’t make one free!”‘Why,
it’s like wishing to fly!”Climbing the ledge, he
looked down on Paris and declared,“I want to be
free!”“I shall be fr-                    ee!” “Set me free!”
He spread his                                  arms and leapt.
To his surpr-                                             ise, he soared,
gracefully falling                                                in the Provincial
Sky. A free ride,                                                        free as a bird,
Free to be…you and me,                                                     and a freebird in Paris.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2015

***POETIC ASIDES WITH ROBERT LEE BREWER – PROMPT 295: “FREE”

THREE BIRDS

Photo Credit: Janet Ride Carnahan -2014
Photo Credit:
Janet Rice Carnahan
-2014

High above the cliff they fly
a tribute of sort off for a short stretch.
The three birds are the free spirit
of one so loved, high above the cliff.

The first bird is Honor.
Its flight takes a straight and true course,
the source of all pride and achievement,
no bereavement is complete without Honor bestowed.

The second suspended in avian beauty is Respect,
fully earned, in a circuitous route, for wherever
it goes it is recognized for its ability and strength
it would go to any length to earn what is returned.

But the last bird holds a special mantle. It is Love.
Higher above the others it flies, filling the skies
as like many hearts with the devotion to family
and country. A boundless gift lifting all to such heights.

We all carry the spirit of these three birds,
and we continue to soar through their wings,
a flight to pay tribute to all left behind to find it.
The flight is endless, forever rooted in Honor, Respect and Love.

(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014

MEADOW BY THE LAKE

This is the place that reminds me
of your face and you, and it’s through
these thoughts that we are brought together.
The weather is all ways pleasant,
a present from He who made us;
gave us these moments to savor.
The scene is serene, pastoral and visual
with residual choral phrasing that plays
in our minds. It is not hard to find me,
I will be by the tree over the bench,
a private seat replete with shade for cover
where lovers can express the rest of the night
away. By the lake we ponder, wondering to
where these rendezvous lead. And you,
a beauty my eyes have beheld well on onto morning,
as the dawning commences and the alarm coaxes
every last grain of sleep from your sight,
I will meet you again tonight in our meadow by the lake.

© Walter J. Wojtanik 2013

WE WRITE POEMS – Meeting Places Prompt # 178

SEVENLING (A SENSE OF BELONGING)

A sense of belonging stirs my longing.
In Buffalo, I can tell by the smell.
Cheerios plant in gear and the aroma is clear.

Niagara Falls is where thunder and sight combine.
A fine mist spraying in the rumble that stays
in my ears for years. Finger Lakes make me linger.

Second star to the right,  I hear Neverland call me home!

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik -2013

Wrtten for MIZ QUICKLY’S IMPROMPTU POETRY – Day 7 (Places) AND

POETIC ASIDES – Day 7 (Sevenling Poem)