loss – Penny Wilson Writes

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.

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Poetry

All That’s Left

Posted on August 26, 2022 by Penny Wilson Writes

My skin 
remembers 
your tender touch 

Your soft 
whispers 
memorized

Each line and curve 
of your face 
the blue of your eyes 
forever enshrined

At unexpected moments 
I'm reminded of 
last talks
last walks
the last times... 

I treasure 
each of these
for they're all I have left 
of you  


Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson

Poetry, Writing

Shadow

Posted on August 24, 2022 by Penny Wilson Writes

*Another collaborative effort with my friend Chuck over at The Reluctant Poet. I hope you enjoy our efforts.

Just out of reach

a shadow of you

follows me

during my days

My nights are spent

in longing

Reliving those tender moments

and memories of us

Your shadow proves

you are always near

It gives me hope and comfort

to still feel your love

in my heart

As you keep your promise

to watch over me

Poetry

An Endless Dream

Posted on August 17, 2022 by Penny Wilson Writes


*My buddy Chuck over at The Reluctant Poet and I collaborated
on this poem. I hope you enjoy our efforts. 

RELIVING AND CELEBRATING
MOMENTS AND MEMORIES
FROM THE PAST

THE BEST ONES
NEVER FADED
BUT FRAYED
FROM REMEMBERING
YOU AND US

IMAGININGS
OF THE FUTURE
AND THE PAST
COME TO ME

WHAT
MIGHT HAVE BEEN
AND WHAT MIGHT BE,
MERGING
IN AN ENDLESS LOOP

THAT BEGINS EACH NIGHT,
WITH REMINISCING
AND WISHES OF US IN A
NEVER ENDING DREAM

COPYRIGHT ©2022 PENNY WILSON AND CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED – 08-13-2022

Poetry

Off the Deep End

Posted on August 10, 2022 by Penny Wilson Writes

I went off the deep end 
with you  

Drowning in my 
blinded conception 
of your love  

My descent 
took me closer 
to darkness 
and further 
from the truth  

You were never mine  

Not really

Copyright (c) 2022 Penny Wilson

*A bit of fiction here, my friends. All is well. 
I've had trouble lately being inspired to write.  
What comes seems to be dark.

Poetry

I Reach For the Bottle

Posted on August 5, 2022 by Penny Wilson Writes

There is less of me 
now  

Before you 
before us 

I was more  

More present 

Easy  

Today was 
effortless 

Tomorrow was 
expected  

Now 
colorless

A bottle of hope 
sits on the shelf  

I reach 
for the bottle 
anticipating
the gratifying 
descent into oblivion 

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson 

*A side note here. Richard Ankers used the words "There is less of me"
in poem recently. I simply had to do something with that phrase. 
Thank you, Richard, for the inspiration.

Poetry

Make Me Believe

Posted on August 2, 2022 by Penny Wilson Writes


I wish I could Believe  
In Love
In Tomorrow
In Fate

I want to Believe
In Change
In Promises
In Chance

Make me Believe
In Forever
In you
In us

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson

Poetry

My Tomorrow Dreams

Posted on July 20, 2022 by Penny Wilson Writes

Words left unspoken
the air heavy 
with emotion 

ready to pour forth 
but never finding 
the right verbage
the right time

Tomorrows 
that could have been 
might have been 

now laid waste 
behind us

Chances 
not taken  

Without risk 
there are no 
tomorrow dreams 

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson