After years of struggling with various sleep disorders, our good friend and Poetic Bloomings host, Walter Wojtanik, is being treated for extreme exhaustion. Our prayers and well wishes go out to him tonight.
The following poem was written by Dyson McIllwain. It expresses what I would want to say, but could not express so well. Thank you, Dyson, for your tribute.
HOLD YOUR BREATH
(By Dyson McIllwain)
Treading to keep your head above water,
catching a lungful from time to time.
Going down too many times to count,
but you struggle to survive. You remain
alive with the words that drip with the emotion
that has always been your forte. Drowning in a sea
of night sweats and blankets tangled, and things
that go bump have you stumped as your sleeplessness
offers only anxiety and paranoia. Hold your breath
and allow rest to resuscitate your muse.
You’ve abused yourself far too long. Be strong
and let nature heal what it has destroyed.
The king is not dead, he merely sleeps.
We think it is about time.
“You can’t keep a good poet down. Best wishes and thoughtful prayers for Walt Wojtanik an extraordinary poet who has fallen prey to his demon. He will surely bounce back.”
Yes, he surely will. Rest up, Walt. We got your back.
Responses
Well done! This poem is an encouraging word!
Beautiful poem, Dyson. Many prayers for Walt.
My sentiments exactly, well maybe a more polished, exquisite, well-crafted version of my sentiments.
Poor, poor Walt. I do hope and pray that he is able to rest properly and come back to us renewed.
Excellent poem, Dyson and so sorry to hear Walt has had so many sleep issues. My heart goes out to him and his family and I hope that the treatment is successful! Walt is one of the reasons I have always posted on PA. He gave me encouragement when I didn’t think I belonged there. Tell him for me, sleep well, my friend.
I completely echo Barbara’s words, and please relay my deepest, heartfelt wishes for his good health and return. My prayers are wish him.
All best wishes to Walt – beautifully put, Dyson.
My thoughts and prayers go out to Walt.
“Rallentanda” posted an outstanding poem at Walt’s “Poet’s Heart” blog: http://wojisme.wordpress.com/2011/10/03/announcement/#comments
Please do feel free to post poetry here in the comment section, or at Through the Eyes of a Poet’s Heart. Nothing like encouraging a poet with poetry.
Marie Elena
Walt,
Since I’m teaching Sir Philip Sidney’s sonnets this week, here’s one for you:
XXXIX
Come Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace,
The baiting place of wit, the balm of woe,
The poor man’s wealth, the prisoner’s release,
The indifferent judge between the high and low;
With shield of proof, shield me from out the prease
Of those fierce darts Despair at me doth throw;
O make in me those civil wars to cease;
I will good tribute pay, if thou do so.
Take thou of me smooth pillows, sweetest bed,
A chamber deaf to noise and blind to light,
A rosy garland and a weary head:
And if these things, as being thine by right,
Move not thy heavy grace, thou shalt in me,
Livelier than elsewhere, Stella’s image see.
Well said, Dyson! And thinking of you, Walt. ♥
SLEEP
She escapes entirely,
slipping through night’s fingers
as words oppose the moon with deafening defiance.
His grasp cannot contain her. She teases and flirts,
leaving little more for his indulgence than disquieting dreams
and distorted fabrications.
“Be tender,” I implore her. For what does it profit her
to withhold her gift? What vile fulfillment
attends this senseless game?
My prayer (and praise) on your behalf is found in Psalm 4:8. “In peace I will lie down and sleep. For you alone, LORD, make me dwell in safety.” Sleep well, my friend.
Marie Elena
Amen, Marie. Written beautifully! Warm smiles and ❤ to you!
I think we were posting warm smiles at the same moment. ❤ to you, too!
Marie Elena
REST
Walt of words;
resonating,
resounding
with truth,
with love.
One whose heart
is held tenderly
by so many.
So many touched
by his kindness
and inspiration.
Sweet dreams.
Muse and moon
rest soft your eyes.
Comfort cradles
his dreams tonight.
Sweet dreams.
©Hannah Gosselin
Sweet friend, this is entirely tender and lovely … so like you. Warm smiles…
Marie Elena
So glad that I can bring words to soothe. Thank you for the love, Marie. Cheers to synchronized smiles!! 🙂
even the best land
must lie fallow for a while
to keep producing
2011-10-04
P. Wanken
Rest, recuperate, and return to us soon, my friend!
Walt will understand that my best poetic offerings don’t come early in the day, but I had to contribute to this tribute this morning.
Sleep’s Release
It is a chance, you see;
A chance for thoughts to wander
Through mind’s rooms, use be
For questions you can ponder
About taking the now,the then,
The future to sculpt and mold
Into those small monuments
You present to us to hold;
Monuments of word and vision
To teach us all ooetic decision.
Enforced rest and sleep is never easy. Alternatives come with heftier price tags, though. Come back refreshed, my friend.
Fine piece, Dyson.
So sorry Walt’s been set back.
We all have some touches of insomnia now and then, but it’s like hungry beside starvation.
Dude, when you get back to dreaming, you are going to have a stockpile and a half.
A friend of mine was having similar problems & I wrote him a poem in his comment section because I have had some strange experiences of writing poems which then come true. It worked for my friend who had a peaceful night’s sleep that night – even though he hadn’t seen my poem at that point. So I will write one for Walt now. It won’t be great poetry because it is going to be straight from the heart and brain & straight onto the comment section – but maybe it will work again. I hope so. Here goes.
Breath deeply of the gentle night
and take within the waiting air
which softly sighs on in and out
to smooth away your fears and cares.
Drift with the currents into dreams
believe in rest meant just for you
warm and safe all sadness gone
a world of comfort fresh and new.
Close your eyes release all pain
from being part of who you are
be light and free and floating high
above all sorrows like a star.
May strength have filled you once again
when you awake at morning’s kiss
Breath deeply of the gentle night
be nurtured in sleep’s healing bliss.
Note for Walt
Take some time to NOT write.
Rest up to let your body heal.
Dream sweet dreams every night.
Let God take hold of the wheel,
To guide you through troubled days
Caused by the lack of needed zzzz’s.
He’ll steer you through insomniac haze
And put your worried mind at ease.
Before you know it, you’ll be on the mend
And posting poems for us to see.
Until then, Walt, our dear friend,
We will wait patiently.
While we wait we’ll send you wishes
For all good things to come your way–
Caring friends, hugs, and Sandman kisses;
Smiles and sunshine every day.
Michele,
I love your poem, and I hope it works.
Dyson, your poem was perfect. Michelle, all thoughts of healing will gather together here and there will be a refreshed, wonderful man back in our midst.
For Walt,
I enjoy your work
and the encouraging words
bring sunshine our way
All your heart-felt poems and sentiments are appreciated more than I can express. To update you all, I’m posting the link to Walt’s Poet’s Heart blog: http://wojisme.wordpress.com/2011/10/05/walt-update/ . A friend of his visited him, and posted this message: “I have visited our friend. He is in relatively good spirits, although he does look haggard. Walt has given me his jump drive to post the following message on his blog.”
Bless his heart.
meg
Great poem, Dyson.
Walt,
you truly are an amazing man. To accomplish what you have, while struggling with these demons… I’m speechless. You have many people praying for you, over here in Marie’s writing corner. Take care.
–Shauna
Love you, ShaunaBabe. ❤
meg
A Sabbath by Jane Shlensky
(for Walt)
All ground has stories to tell, plots to develop,
seeds of character lying tucked and unrealized,
dialogues with moisture and warmth, awaiting its seventh day.
.
All earth holds its life and its peace within it,
even when it lies fallow, resting
under a snowfall, breathing deeply, drinking seasons,
and letting itself settle into new rhythms
and sound sleep free of expectation,
to be for a time without anticipation of outcomes.
Come spring, shoots will green, planted
or not, and winter’s wizened bulbs will swell toward bloom,
that same silent patch of dirt reaching
for a chance to make manifest its dreams.
God knows. Every stretch of land,
like everything that lives, needs time to heal—
a long breath, a season, or a year—enough emptiness
to hear air, smell change, taste redemption.
Everything that lives, every story, needs a sabbath.
Mmmmm … soothing, wise, and lovely.
meg
To a poet, there is no greater joy or gift than to be feted by another poet in tribute. I thank all who have stood steadfast alongside me in this journey. Your work amazes and inspires.
In particular, thanks to Dyson, Rallentanda, Nancy Coats Posey, Marie Elena Good, Michele Breton, Linda H., Hannah, Paula, Claudsy, Sara and Jane. You all made my day. Walt
I’m so glad that we could help to bring lightness to your day, Walt. Big smiles to you always!
Marie, ironically, I just posted an apology on my blog because I’ve been in a very bad depression for several days. As I “tread the bottom,” I will pray for Walt, that he has the patience and stamina to see it through. Walt, I know it feels like gravity has more power than usual, but keep fighting – I’m Irish, you’re Polish – we come from hearty stock. God bless you, friend, and God bless Marie Elena for sharing the lovely poem above.
Walt, we need to grow some gills, both of us!!! Love, Amy
Praying you BOTH rise out of the slump you are in. 😦
meg