My rocket propels me;
speed of light excursions
into the darkness of deep space.
It is silent, serene and no one
can hear me scream.
My days blur into each other
and it effects my equilibrium.
A floating trash compactor
in the expanse of endless nothingness.
Major Tom has found his way home,
and ground control has shut down
leaving me to be the clown staying
weightless in a prolonged environment!
In spite of my woes: Case Closed!

(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2018

Poetic Asides April Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day 4: CASE _____



Your treatise held truth and logic,
your treatise held truth. And logic
dictates for a prosperous life!
Dictates for a prosperous life
held logic. Your dictates for life,
a prosperous treatise and truth.

Thought to be cold and unfeeling,
thought to be cold and unfeeling,
sealing a friendship by joining minds,
sealing a friendship by joining minds.
A mind’s thought feeling uncold and sealing
friendship by joining to be!

Seeking frontiers and to live life long,
seeking frontiers and to live life long,
these make the journey final; voyages!
These make the journey final; voyages!
Final voyages make seeking frontiers
the journey, these and to live long life.

Live long and be prosperous!
A final frontier! These voyages held logic!
Life, the journey dictates truth; a treatise
for life. And to your minds seeking to make
friendship by joining thought; sealing
and unfeeling cold.

***A tribute Paradelle to Leonard Nimoy who passed today (2/27/15)
Inspired by “Mr. Spock” – “Live Long and Prosper”


© Walter J Wojtanik, 2015

Poetic Asides with Robert Lee Brewer – PARADELLE CHALLENGE



A packed bag and a broken tin can left circling space
turning toward the sun, a face;
mirrored shield covering a mouth agape,
a hidden cave devoid of screams
and chants that mimic the drone
of a broken capsule pitching.
Switching from the crooked course offers little hope.
Major Tom sever your binding and shake your fist.
Floating, you vow, “my circuit’s dead, I can’t hear you
Planet Earth is blue; nothing I can do”.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013


Written for THE SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #108


Across the galaxy to the small of my back,
just below two cracked vertebrae.
A start just like any other day
in a week not unlike any other still.
A stabbing pain radiating; debilitating
and traveling southward, with an outward
expression of an excruciating grimace
across my face. Phasers set to numb
and extraterrestrial images come to mind.
Alien vs Predator, a battle to the death
in the small of my back; a sciatic attack.
Other missions scrubbed while my condition
doubles me over, a voodoo curse.
I wish it’d get better before I get worse.
Dark Side 1 – Poet 0.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

POETIC ASIDES Day 10 (Suffering)