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FRONT PORCH, AS THE THUNDER APPROACHES

End of day plays Jekyll and Hyde,
it’s a bit warm to remain inside.
A hasty retreat is beaten to the cover
of awning with a rainstorm dawning.
Deck chairs edge closer; the center
of the porch as ground zero.
Clouds dance, lightning brightening
the horizon. Hearing in the distance,
rumbles tumble, a cacophonous cascade;
nature’s serenade played in tympanic
tumult. Nearer the furor approaches.
Rain showers encroach on late spring.
A brilliant display on the front porch at the end of day!

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik, 2015

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FRONT PORCH, AS THE BREEZE BLOWS

Freshly repaired and painted,
deck chairs stained and remain
side-by-side. Bamboo screen
hiding the world from the view.
Fields, a dream come to life,
grass undulating in waves
waiting for the next breath.
Cloud pocked skies azure
in hue, through the lattice
the breeze finds its way.
The front porch on a perfect day!

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik, 2015

one son’s shine

a father’s pride and joy,
learned in woods, compliant in his words.
the skill witnessed in one; the other
missed, though blessed by the verses he wove.

the final exhale came at his death
and his name, the last bequeath to the boy
left to find his own way in that same name,
a glowing example of all that love

can do to nurture long connected souls.
his goal now to shine until his last breath
in homage to the Dad long passed,
seated in silent vigil from his lofty place above.

a sailor Father’s last ahoy,
sailing in one son’s shine, in love and faith.

Walt

 

SHADOW OF YOUR SMILE

From west to east you reach me,
for years you chose to teach me
a lesson shared; of poetics, and life,
love and respect. You always reject
any notion that our devotion was
a chance happenstance, we were 
meant to “meet” in whatever form
that would take, and make no mistake,
I know you as well as is possible
without ever exchanging glances.
And on the odd chance that we ever could
share the same space, I will remember
your face by the trace it will leave on my soul.
Your voice, your grace, your style all live
forever in the shadow of your smile.

Walt

LISTEN WITH YOUR HEART

When love speaks, it speaks softly.
Aspiring to lofty things, of how hearts sing
in harmony that warms and soothes.
It moves them to a pinnacle
that other cynical people cannot attain.

When love speaks, it speaks softly.
A language that needs not word,
nor intention. Or any mention of past
indiscretions. Love expresses in a way
that says all it ever needs in a breathless sigh.

When love speaks, it speaks softly,
o’er the expanse of time, o’er the length
of distant miles. O’er fathoms of seas and lakes
it takes a tender thought to conjoin two souls
across an eerie connection in poetic perfection.

When love speaks, it speaks softly,
When love speaks, it is heard loudly.
When love speaks, knowing hearts believe.
When love speaks, nothing else needs to be said
when love speaks.

© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

Taken from “Love Speaks” by Marie Elena Good

HOME AGAIN

Belmont Avenue

26 Belmont

“May I help you?”
I don’t recognize the stranger addressing me
From the porch
Where I used to color with my cousins
Swing in my pajamas
Play with paper dolls.

I respond with an apology
For walking into the backyard
Where I used to play tag with my cousins
Catch summernight fireflies
Lay in the grass, spotting castles
In the clouds.

I tell her this is my
Used to be
My home.

“Would you like to come in?”
My heart pounds.  I decline,
Then quickly change my mind.
Yes.  Yes, please.

As I walk in, I’m overcome with emotion.
Much is the same.
Some is different.
Everything seems smaller –
Everything but the love.
The love looms large,
Reaching through the decades
To embrace,
Remind,
Confirm.

© copyright Marie Elena Good – 2013

THE TELEPATH BETWEEN US

I follow my shoreline
it leads me to you,
a trip traveled
in this unraveled mind.
No distance too great,
no thought too small,
for through it all
we count on all we’ve
encountered. Slow and steady
we pace, and face our
obstacles with confidence.
Let it be known, we have grown
in friendship poetically
and without a frenetic stance,
this mutual “roamance” of words
brings us to the same place
in thoughts familiar
and somewhat familial,
my survival depends
on us as friends till the end.
Follow my shoreline.

Walt