Ordinary Day

I smelled rain today and thought of you.

It whisked me back to a time of innocence

And forever-long summers.

You towered over me;

My hand tiny in your grasp.

Your voice, boomed.

All I heard was love.

Big as a mountain

With eyes of sky blue.

You smelled of Old Spice and leather.

An ordinary day with you,

Was an extraordinary day

For me.

You

Were Loved.

(C) 2018 Penny Wilson

 

 

 

 

 

About Penny Wilson Writes

Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in on line journals, such as, Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society.Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 by Z Publishing. You can find more of her writings on her blog at: https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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13 Responses to Ordinary Day

  1. Michael says:

    Really like that

    Like

  2. “You smelled of Old Spice and leather…” Detail like that make for a rich and memorable poem.

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  3. The Militant Negro says:

    Reblogged this on The Militant Negroβ„’.

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  4. WaltPage says:

    This is so beautiful Penny. And I wear Old Spice πŸ™‚

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  5. Sadah says:

    Beautifully written.

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