Poetry – Penny Wilson Writes

Poetry

Rusty Knight

Posted on September 23, 2022September 23, 2022 by Penny Wilson Writes

It had been so cold and alone, those days in the dark.

There was a sadness on her soul and also in her heart.

She looked to the stars, the moon and the sun.

Warmth had turned it’s back, she thought she was done.

A Knight appeared before her and reached out to take her hand.

He was unlike any other in this unforgiving land.

His eyes shone bright, through the armor of rust.

He was covered with honor, love and trust.

The armored arms enveloped her; strong but soft and warm.

She was safe, she was safe, she would come to no harm.

She looked up into the eyes of the Rusty Knight’s eyes of green.

Her soul was being cared for, like it had never been.

He said “Take my hand M’lady, for treasures are laid before you.”

“Treasures more precious than diamonds. Your soul to be born anew.”

“Your soul in my care will be loved adored and cherished.

Let no dragon cross my path or it is he who will perish.”

She laid her heart at his feet and trembling, took his hand.

Her future was in his eyes, her past now a wasteland.

**This is an oldie originally written way back in 2014. Slightly tweaked here for it’s 2022 debut. I hope you enjoy.

Poetry

Clouds of Yesterday-Revised

Posted on September 15, 2022September 15, 2022 by Penny Wilson Writes

Seeing tomorrow

without the clouds of yesterday,

Is like touching a Dream.

You take chances.

Your wounds are forgotten.

Love can once more

Be realized.

Poetry

Remember

Posted on September 12, 2022 by Penny Wilson Writes

Faces,

On curled pages.

Yesterday’s tokens,

Cherished.

Promises,

On yellowed paper.

Moments,

Waiting to be remembered.

Poetry

What Good are Tears?

Posted on September 9, 2022 by Penny Wilson Writes

I use my tears

to water the

flowers

that bloom

along the shadowed

pathway

of my heart.

They fall

and light my way.

I can cry with happiness or from pain. My tears can evoke sympathy from you or pity. They spring from my emotions, provoking emotions in you.

How can I use them? Seems a shame to waste such a thing; to let them fall needlessly upon the earth. Will they nourish the soil? Will they feed the flowers? Perhaps I could bottle them. Sell them as an elixir. A potion to cure the sick. Or a youth serum. I can see myself as a street corner merchant. Promising the moon with my little vials of prized tonic.

When I’m alone and no one can see, they can still fall. What good is that? How can I use them?

*No worries, my friends. Just playing with words here.

Image by bella67 from Pixabay

Poetry

#Write Photo – Swan – Imposter

Posted on September 5, 2022September 5, 2022 by Penny Wilson Writes

Swan – Image by KL Caley

Imposter

A swan on the surface, 
though your beauty only 
skin deep. 

Below the surface, 
the reality. 

You hide 
in the shadows 
of deception. 

An imposter 
with a downy soft 
exterior. 

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson

* This was written for KL's #write photo prompt.

Poetry, Writing

Empty Pages

Posted on September 2, 2022 by Penny Wilson Writes

Empty pages 
waiting   

Wordless 
anticipation

The pages 
are much more 
patient 
than I

I wish to fill them 
with dreams 
memories 
and desires  

They are the depository
for hopes 
aspirations 
and fantastical imaginaries. 

Fingers poised 
above the keyboard 
anxious to begin 

The empty pages 
wait