Faith lays silent and still,
a gentle prayer, a whisper,
a morning affirmation,
a vesper, a belief meant
as a relief for a troubled soul.

Faith is an internal discussion,
a rumble, a percussion,
an impression upon which
we hang our admission.
“We believe!”

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

“Faith” Poem

dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille #31: Still


a lilting sound,
a song played in the night.
fire crackles, sparks ignite;
stars abound.
this symphony of night

found hidden;

two souls in love.
whispered vows, doves coo
lyrics sung to that tune
captured, harmony that
will seal lips,

the kiss of love.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

Poetic Asides PAD Day 3: (Blank) of Love


The day that spring
appears we’ll cheer
and revel in celebration.
The days pass, slow not fast,
each in question. Any mention
of freezing leaves me
cold. These are the waitings
we are partaking. There’s no
mistaking, spring is taking
it’s sweet old time!

© Walter J. Wojtanik

dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille #28 : Spring


Hushed breathing
in the dark night.
Nightlight aglow.
Suddenly stirred,
a sense of security arises.
Listening in the night,
attentive. A soft giggle; the coo
of a precious dove, angelic.
She settles in again to sleep.
A world of love in a baby’s peep!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille #27 – Giggle


Reverberate in my head as a shout.
Telling me your feelings
full of your love. Proclaim from the rooftops
that love never dies. It goes on
to whisper something
only I would hear in my heart.
Whisper to me. Whisper sweet nothings.
Whisper something.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

 Written for De Jackson’s “Whisper” Quadrille #24 over at dVerse Poets Pub