have become frayed.
Tattered and worn
around the edges
from endless usage.
They are not
as crisp and sharp
as they were yesterday
Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson
*Photo is of my Mother when she was a teen.
**My friend, Chuck at The Reluctant Poet used the words
"Frayed Memories" in something recently and I was inspired
to write this poem. I hope you enjoyed.
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Penny Wilson is an international writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online 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 & 2019 by Z Publishing and Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. Penny is an advocate for Mental Health Awareness and has the page "Mental Health Help" on her blog. She writes about the struggles of mental illnesses and Depression. She is passionate about spreading awareness for Suicide Prevention and Domestic Abuse. She expresses her passion through her writings of poetry and life experiences. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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4 thoughts on “Frayed Memories”
What a precious photo and beautiful poem to match.
Thank you! ❤
Beautiful, Penny. ❤️
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