My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
Perching on my porch this morning,
things seemed to be at peace
when suddenly without warning,
sing-song sounds would not cease.
Celestial sounds filled the meadow,
no sweeter song playing.
Rings of stars look down on below,
so swell a day for this dawning.
© Walter J Wojtanik – 2022
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
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
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
Barefoot on a soft meadow tract,
grass green as seen by eyes
blue as the skies. You, a breath of wind
to soothe me. My heart be still to find the thrill
unlike any seen, so true.
Grass green, sky blue; me and you.
(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2020
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”
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:
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!”
Tender and heated, never depleted,
you were loved as I was loving you.
Ever since that evening, the moon was
deceiving, my heart was believing and
I was brought into your heart, a
delicious sip from your sweet lips.
Your nectar had me sated.
(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2019
Written for dVerse Quadrille #74: Sip
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
My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
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