Did you hear it The sound was deafening An intense roar in my ears The reverberation rattled my bones And thundered through my soul Your ego muffled the sound But I heard it loud and clear The sound of my heartbreak Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson
Tag: longing
Elusive
Just a hint A small inkling Like a whisper not quite heard Or a soft scent on the breeze I can’t hold or touch it A shadow caught in the path of the sun I felt it I tasted it I’m sure Elusive and wild as trust As fleeting as time Love Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson
Lapse In Judgement
Not forbidden fruit but a mistake all the same The sweetest of fruit will surely cause me pain Are you a lapse in judgement if my thoughts linger Are you a bad decision or a taste for my hunger
Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson
(Slightly revised from a 2017 version)
Let Me Slumber
Under the stars
the grass is cool
against my fevered skin
You are in silhouette
but I know your breath
as it warms me
The breezes carry
your scent to me
The fireflies dance
as if in celebration
I’m intoxicated
by the night
If in a dream
let me slumber
I do not wish
the daylight
to intrude
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You’ll Be There
As my time here grows shorter, the fear fades.
It’s a comfort, really, knowing you’ll be there when I leave this place.
We can catch up like we always do.
It will be like continuing a conversation from yesterday.
You’ll show me the ropes and all the best places to hang out.
You’ve always been part of me. It’s good to know that you always will be.
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Empty
I feel only the void the hole left behind How can one feel nothing I touch it every day since you've been gone In my next life I hope we meet again so the emptiness can be filled with your love Copyright (C) Penny Wilson 2023 All Rights Reserved
It’s Always You
I wonder why when I dream, it's always of you
You were the one. The one I said forever to
Years have passed without your smile
I'm resigned to navigate the days and nights in solitude
My heart aches anew each time it realizes that you're gone
I tend to romanticize the past leaving out those rough times, on purpose
The good times were good enough to live on in my memory
Decades later when I dream it's always of you
It's good to know that you really are the forever one
The one I'll always dream of
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The Magician
You are the magician pulling my heart from that black hat You hold that fragile organ on the tip of your tongue to be cut out with a phrase to leave it exposed is risking the darkness I willingly risk it all to be another participant in your magic show Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson
Twisted Spell
She studied lore and craft
Her heart’s desire to obtain.
She used bat’s wings and chants
And even a little wolfbane.
She locked him in a cage
And cast spells on him each night.
She summoned demons and beasts
And trolls by moonlight.
She took flight with Count Dracula
To learn of his secrets.
Nothing she tried seemed to work
Was this man her weakness?
Finally, defeated
She turned him loose one day.
She said “although I love you
You must be on your way”.
“Your love is what I’ve desired
But it can’t be earned like this.
Before you leave my home
Would you grant me just one kiss?”
He looked at her with kindness
And took her hand with care.
He pulled her close and kissed her
And then he gave her such a glare.
“Although I’ve kissed your lips most foul
You’ll not live to see another nightfall
I am a warlock casting my own spell
I'll turn you into a rat; quite small.”
Before his eyes, she shrank
And began to grow a snout.
She scampered away quickly
To look for a way out.
Before you cast a spell
on the man of the moment.
Use caution, for he may seek revenge
by turning you into a rodent.
Copyright © 2022 Penny Wilson
*Happy Halloween All! I hope you enjoyed! 🙂
The Heart Does Not Forget
tickles from the stubble of your beard the smile at the corners of your mouth were your eyes the color of the sea? or were they rainy day grey? I forget the scent of your skin in the dark forgotten when your hand touched mine did my blood race? many things forgotten but, love the heart does not forget Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson *Although an older post, I like it. I hope you do too.
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