WERE IT NOT FOR YOU

Were it not for you, I’d probably squeak by in this life,
Without your guiding light, I’d lose my way,
Not every day, but enough for us to notice.

Were it not for you, I’d probably be okay,
But only just okay and not the man who is made better
When your loving light shines upon him.

Were it not for you, I might find myself
alone, in a quiet home with nothing
but these four walls to talk to.

Were it not for you, I would never have known
How to truly love, and never know what it is
To be truly loved by one so true, were it not for you!

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2021

TWIGLET #183 – WE ROMANTICS

Side-by-side,
we are two loving souls.
Sharing the moment;
basking in the glow
of our combined brilliance
of loving support. An intensity
is flooding our
soulful kisses
in this little shadowbox
of our life. Our caresses
on private display,
viewed by only us.
Uninhibited embraces
of daydreams of longing;
happy in the re-discovery
of a lifetime. We romantics
are shining with the blinding
radiance of our intimacy.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik, 2020

 

Twiglet #183 -We Romantics

VISIONS

My memory still sees you there
in the shadows,
You are a mirage of my mind,
a kind I know.

It seems I never let you go,
you never leave.
My vision does not fail me.
I see; believe.

So, I hold you in my sad heart.
I’m reminded,
no matter where your heart will be,
I will find it.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

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Poetic Asides Form Friday: Dechnad Cummaisc

POEMS COME HOME TO ROOST

Another verse that’s written from my heart,
a true emotion searching for repose.
Just a room in which it can take comfort,
a soul museum to display my art.

A biting poem piercing like a dart,
a loving poem like a lover’s kiss.
The saddest poem anyone could read,
to let a foolish poet play his part.

For in his heart is where his poems start,
expressions written from the poet’s soul.
They all come home to live inside his words,
a world in which all reason will depart.

Another verse that’s written from the heart,
these poems live and breathe in every rhyme.
A soul museum to display my art.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019