I'm Walt. And I'm Marie Elena.
This is the collaboration of two kindred spirits; partners in rhyme;
"the best friends we've never met."
All "Across the Lake. Eerily."

Tuesday, February 8, 2011


Seconds tick.
The tympany of lost moments
left to linger in the anteroom of thought.
In the expanse of eternal existance,
we offer resistance to the passing of days,
hoping to delay their demise; returning with
each new rise of the sun. But, when we are done,
will we be remembered for all we strived to be?
Or will we be forgotten in the unmarked grave
of obscurity? Our procrastination is telling.
Time's a wasting. There's no tasting success
until we kick up our heels and initiate.
Tick, tick, tick,...

**For micro poetry's prompt, "AND I QUOTE..." - "If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin." ~ Ivan Turgenev



  1. Oh my goodness ... how on earth did I miss this one?
    "tympany of lost moments"
    "unmarked grave of obscurity"

    Good stuff, Mr. Wojtanik.

  2. Thanks, Doll. I needed that. Just glad to know you remain out there to keep me honest.

  3. Absolutely, Pard!

    Ummm ... fifty? Wutch-u-talkin' 'bout, Willis?

  4. HA! The code for the above was "relywati." Really whatee? Guess that's what I was askin', eh?

  5. OH! Oh! FIFTY! THAT fifty! Now I'm smilin' big time!! Milestone a'happenin' here! Where's the confetti?

  6. I like this one but that tick,tick, tick at the end has me feeling a bit nervous :-)