Something Worth Losing



I've never had 
anything  
of real value 

Just a few 
trinkets  

I've no 
palatial dwelling 
no shiny chariot  

I have no
gold or silver 
to barter with 

My meals are 
simple fair 

My riches 
have amounted to 
the warmth 
of the sun 
chasing away the chills.
 
The earth 
prosperous and abundant 
with life 
all around me.  

I have water 
enough to quench 
these lips 
and nourish 
my garden


All that I 
require 
is provided me

But, you...  

Having you 
gave me something 
worth losing

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

Existence


Mere existence
pales 
the eyes

weeping their color
onto 
worn steps

Recoiling from
breath
to diminish
subsistence 

Existence 
has become 

trivial 
parody  

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson 
* All is well, my friends. This is just something that 
I've been plucking at for weeks. It finally feels 
complete. A bit dark, but I hope you like my creative attempt.
 
 
 

 

Mom’s Birthday


This is the first full day of winter.  My mother’s birthday.  It’s been more than 25 years since she passed.  But I still miss her.  Happy Birthday Mom.  ❤

Penny Wilson Writes

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I started to NOT post this.  I thought it was sad.  But missing loved ones is sad I suppose.  I’m happy that she is always a part of my life.  For my Mom.  

The walls are permeated with the laughter and tears once shared.

I fill the room as best I can with today’s sunlight.

I open the window, but the breeze does not sweep away the past.

A life once lived clings tightly.

My fingers touch a picture frame.

Frozen in time, you cradle a child.

I can feel the love in the smile on your lips.

Your fingers gently brush the hair from my face.

Behind my eyes, I’m swept away.

I am once again, safe.  Warm.  Loved.

You always smelled of lilacs.

Today, your memory is as vivid as yesterday.

Other times, your face is but a faded shape in the mist.

You are always with…

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Ask Me How I Know


But one day you’ll meet the girl you swore you’d never find
Start feeling things you never felt and spending all your time
Trying to figure out how she got this hold on you
And when you start to fall, you’ll hold onto your pride
Start building up your walls and ever let her get inside
You’ll push her away ’cause that’s all you know how to do
And then she’ll leave and you won’t beg her not to go
Ask me how I know

Partial song lyrics, Ask Me How I Know written by-Mitch Rossell, sung by Garth Brooks

Chill #writephoto


You throw 
the words 
from your lips 
to land in the 
chill 
air between us.  

The chill 
outlasts 
the flame 
we once shared. 

(C) 2019 Penny Wilson

*This is in response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo prompt
#writephoto.  If you 'd like to get in on the fun, you can find
out all about it HERE. 

 

What Good are Tears?


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?

I use my tears

to water the

flowers

that bloom

along the shadowed

pathway

of my heart.

They fall

and light my way.

Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson

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

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