Seeking shelter from the storm of hatred,
the shock of indifference reverberates;
a time bomb spent to quell revolution,
yet offering no solution. Hardened hearts
rage against the dying of the fight;
with the resilience that defines the struggle.
We promise to thrive; staying alive to land
on our feet. A firm resolve shipped and settled.
Who are the real infidels?

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

Written for THE SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #105


The light of day remains asleep as I am roused from slumber.
Another day beckons; beacons of light first emerge to greet me.
Morning begins on cautious feet, a new dance to the dawn.

Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

WE WRITE POEMS – PROMPT #151 – First Morning Revelations