Sunday comes.
The best day of rest,
not a care,
worked all week,
checking my eyelids for leaks.
How I love Sundays.
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013
Suggested by POETIC ASIDES – Day 28 Prompt – Shadorma
My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
Sunday comes.
The best day of rest,
not a care,
worked all week,
checking my eyelids for leaks.
How I love Sundays.
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013
Suggested by POETIC ASIDES – Day 28 Prompt – Shadorma
Her cheeks flush;
the crimson spreading
to her heart
and her lips.
A young man’s fancy turns with
the blush of her cheek.
My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
A Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild Site
"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart." William Wordsworth
A.I. Art and Poetry
Mind, Body, Spirit
Poetry and More
Scribblings and scrawls of a hopeless romantic soul
Linda L. Kruschke's Blog
From my muse to your eyes.