PORTRAIT

In the misty shadows, she walks
a specter, a flash of paint in
an obscure painting,
A beauty in memory,
or an imagined smile.
A man could surely fall
for the mystic miss,
a kiss in waiting and fading
fast. Every last encounter
with her could be just that.
Alluring and luring you
to the wind-torn seas,
breezes to gusts and
a bluster of rapid heartbeats,
precious and scary to think
she keeps you on the brink
of your demise. You’d be wise
to walk away and yet you stay.
Love trapped within her portrait,
and Jennie’s been dead for years!

© Walter J Wojtanik, 2019

Movie: “A Portrait of Jennie” – Joseph Cotten and Jennifer Jones

Red Wolf Prompts – Prompt #426: Borrowed Poetry

WHAT A MAN BELIEVES

Three days, he said.
I believe him and I agree.
If I can see the soul through her
longing eyes, then I’d be wise to believe
in that point where we come together;
I find sensuality in the small of her back.

And true, I trust in the smack
of a high hanging curve ball.
It is all that, and the headiness inherent
in good scotch gets me high!
The self-indulgent fiber of the crap
Sontag spews could be used to relieve, I believe!

Don’t ask me about Oswald and the lone-gun theory,
and I’m leery of Astroturf and the designated hitter!
There ought to be a law!
The sweet spot where the ball meets bat,
you gotta love that! Christmas gifts, I believe
are never opened Christmas Eve!

And kisses?
Kisses should be long!
Kisses should be slow!
Deep and wet
and they should last three days!
Three days, he said!
I believe him and I agree!

© Walter J Wojtanik, 2019

 

Inspired by Bull Durham, starring Kevin Costner.

 

AWAITING HER SMILE

night

For years he’s waited, half sedated
by the memory of her face.
There is an empty space
where she once sat. It is that
place that he preserves.
Lost in the promise of a return,
it’s been a while since
her smile had blessed him.
It tests him and his resolve.
She has been gone for years
and his tears force him to sit
and wait, to contemplate his loss.
The personal cross he bears.
He sits on their bench and stares
into the night hoping
to catch sight of her smile.
He waits. He knows he will join her soon.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

For Red Wolf Prompts #424: Ekphrastic Poetry – Night

RISE AND SHINE

kitchen

He bakes from early dawn,
the promise of “bread” from his bread.
He needs to get a rise,
for it’s no surprise he gets up
for bread. His kitchen is clean,
and so he kneads to get a rise.
Through the open door of his shop
among the myriad of stairs,
one cannot help but stare
at him folding his ware.
It is there where his
money is made. And his bread.
It is said if you enjoy what you do
you never work a day in your life.
But, he knows the side upon which
his bread is buttered.
It is utterly ridiculous to think
what he kneads is not a means
to a delicious end. He will defend
what he does because he bakes.
From early dawn – the promise of bread.

© Walter J Wojtanik – 2019

Written for Red Wolf Prompts – Prompt 425: Ekphrastic Poetry–Kitchen