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


Will you, won’t you join this dance?
Won’t you take this one last chance?
Would you, could you use your words,
write some poems (quite absurd)?
Will you take the steps you need?
Won’t you join us? Plant your seed?
Will you? Won’t you?

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

 Poetic Asides November Chapbook Challenge – Day 30: Last Chance


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


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 – 2016

dVerse Poets Pub – Quadrille #19 – Spark


It’s all inside her head, he said.
But for crying out loud,
she’s been in the clouds for weeks.
She speaks in volumes,
in decibels, not books.
It looks like her hearing
hangs in the balance,
her equilibrium is shot.
But she is not!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

dVerse Poets Pub – Q44: Quadrille #18 – Cloud