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 WilsonTag: loss
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.
Types of Lonely
There are 2 types of lonely.
The first is where you shut the door and close off the world, looking for refuge in your solitude.
The second is where you leave the door open, but it goes unused.
–Dean Koontz
Reason to Smile
No matter how dark things may seem, remember that you are someone’s reason to smile.
Of My Own Making
Pushing away caused many. Need to isolate, resulted in several. Loss of love, self inflicted. Fissures widen never quite closing. Scars of my own making. Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson Image by Kevin McIver from Pixabay
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. ❤
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.
Scars Cherished
The wind
whispers your name
Yesterday
haunting me
like a melody
in my head
repeating
repeating
Sweet
and bitter
Scars
of yesterday
Scars
cherished
(C) 2019 Penny Wilson
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.
