SEVENLING (OUR HEARTS GO OUT)

Our hearts go out to the victims of destruction
knowing reconstruction will be long and hard.
Our hearts are heavy for the losses they encounter.

We can offer our thoughts and prayers
We can give financial assistance.
but no amount of resistance will let us

ever forget, we are all in God’s hands

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017

Poems of Garden Gnomes – Form Friday: Sevenling

SEVENLING (HE REMAINS BEST)

Pete Best Beatles Original Drummer
Pete Best
Beatles Original Drummer Photo by Walter J. Wojtanik

He remains Best of the Beatles.
He was Best before them.
He will still be Best when he dies.

Usurped by the ringed one,
all for a back-beating drum,
while the other “Beat Brothers” strum.

The first was alway Best!

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – Sevenling: Music – Poetry and Painting Embrace: We Can’t Forget Claudia Schoenfeld

SEVENLING (MUSIC IS MY MUSE)

Music is my muse; every melody fills me,
For sure the message in the lyrics thrill me.
I’d say it certainly wills me to write.

I can play your heart like a keyboard,
and I can croon your name like a song.
How could our love duet be seen as wrong?

The soundtrack of our lives plays sweetly.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – Sevenling: Music – Poetry and Painting Embrace: We Can’t Forget Claudia Schoenfeld

SEVENLING (A SENSE OF BELONGING)

A sense of belonging stirs my longing.
In Buffalo, I can tell by the smell.
Cheerios plant in gear and the aroma is clear.

Niagara Falls is where thunder and sight combine.
A fine mist spraying in the rumble that stays
in my ears for years. Finger Lakes make me linger.

Second star to the right,  I hear Neverland call me home!

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik -2013

Wrtten for MIZ QUICKLY’S IMPROMPTU POETRY – Day 7 (Places) AND

POETIC ASIDES – Day 7 (Sevenling Poem)