Posted in Poetry

Out My Window

out my window 
the world continues
as if nothing ever happened
between us

there is no hint
of what was
left unsaid

should haves
and
what ifs
crowd my
speculation

different choices
always in hindsight

would you change
your tune
our fitting together?

dreams take flight
piece by piece
falling to the ground

tomorrows shattered

out my window
is another day

another
rotation of the earth
for me to navigate
without you

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson

*The original version of this was posted in 2020. I've tweaked
it here for its 2022 debut. I hope you enjoy.

Posted in Poetry

Fool’s Errand


I repeatedly relive
that day.

You were at my fingertips,
once.

Foolishly, 
I let you go.

Trying to change the past,
is a fool's errand.

Now the search begins
anew.

I thought I found you 
in a smile. 

Just a wish.

My illusions 
tease me.

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
Posted in Poetry

What Good are Tears?

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

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?

Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson

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

Image by bella67 from Pixabay

Posted in Poetry

All That’s Left

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

 

Posted in Poetry, Writing

Shadow

*Another collaborative effort with my friend Chuck over at The Reluctant PoetI 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
 
COPYRIGHT ©2022 PENNY WILSON AND CHARLES ROBERT LINDHOLM ALL RIGHTS RESERVED – 08-13-2022
Posted in Poetry

An Endless Dream


*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
Posted in Poetry

Off the Deep End

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.
Posted in Poetry

I Reach For the Bottle

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.
Posted in Poetry

My Tomorrow Dreams

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