BIRD IN MOTION

Notes falling in cascade,
a flow tailor-made
for days such as this.
Pure bliss in the melody given,
driven by nature’s call
and all the breath a bird
could muster for its swift flight
A bird lives to fly.
Bringing joy to this nature-boy.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2021

dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille - Swift

BUM ON A LOG

Always in lost thought,
I oughta be dog-eat-dog, not
some bum on a log poet wrangling words.
No combatant in whatever war of wits
I would find myself.
my wile with words
seemed impressive. I found it excessive;
obsessive. Ogden and John Nash conjoined.
 
(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2020

dVerse Quadrille Monday: Bum

 

DADDY’S FLOWER BLOSSOMS

She has spread her cheer every year
for twenty-seven. Pure heaven with
her heavily dimpled smile.
One of the sunshines of my life
and she, the sunflower of same.
Her name is Andrea, and her bloom
brightens every garden
she sees fit to visit.
 

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2020

dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille: Garden

NIGHT FALLS

Evening descends like a hushed silence,
and tranquility is its marker.
Her song is a lilting lullaby
in the shadows of the night.
There’s no threat of violence
as the midnight sky grows much darker.
The constellations fill the sky
contradicting darkness, bringing light.

© Walter J Wojtanik -2019

Offered at:
Poetic Asides: Cyhydedd Naw Ban (Welsh Poetry Form)

and

dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille – …and the most beautiful words are…  

tranquility

A variation of the form written as a companion piece to “Comes the Morning”

SUN GLOW IN AN EMPTY ROOM

sun-in-an-empty-room
Sun In An Empty Room, a painting by Edward Hopper

Courtesy of www.EdwardHopper.net

Her vacancy gapes,
a stagnant yawn to the afternoon.
It was once a comfortable room.
But, no drape or curtain
can hide what it lacks.
Every building has many stories
No one is there to hear how
the sun glow warms a decrepit space!
 

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2019

dVerse – Quadrille #83: Sun

 

More Hopper inspired poems:

The Outskirts

Nick Has a Plan

DING, DONG, MERRILY I’M HIGH

Imbibed a wee much Christmas cheer,
someone spiked the punch,
the mix within doth stink of gin,
that’s just my hunch.
I truly am inebriated,
I’ve climbed into a tree,
singing bawdy Christmas songs,
Ding-dong merrily, I’m high!
I’ve been bested,
gonna get arrested!”

SOULFUL STUPOR

She stirs your longing,
an incantation, your libation
sipped and savored
flavored by the grape
and sharing its purple hue.
You become inebriate
as you wait for her effect to fade
you await her last call,
she has become your addiction;
your true affliction.

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

Written for dVerse Quadrille #74: Sip

INFARCTION

It’s been a rough road;
I’m told that’s how the ball bounces.
Life is a strange frenzy,
and in the end we settle

our wayward hearts

to fall in love all over again.
The results are sublime;
to channel life;

a dedicated heart “attack”.

Walter J Wojtanik – 2018

dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille #48 – Bounce (Whimsygizmo)