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
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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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“Beautiful faces and passionate kisses” — johncoyote


REBLOG: Please enjoy John Coyote’s Beautiful piece.  If you don’t follow his blog, you should! 🙂 Enjoy! 

(Beautiful faces and passionate kisses. A Poem by Coyote Poetry.) (Good to be young in heart. Willing to rebirth love and desire everyday of a life.) Beautiful faces and passionate kisses When the night is long and sleep is far away. Sweet faces appeared to awake dead passion and re-birth ghosts lost in […]

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The search
never ending

you were at my fingertips
once

and slipped away

I found you in a smile
or so I thought

My illusions
tease me

Your image
like waves on asphalt
in summer

Your voice
whispers
in the shadows

waking me 

Breezes
carries a scent
of you

I pursue

Your touch
I miss
most

Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson

By Your Side — Heartstring Eulogies


REBLOG: Don’t mis this beautiful piece from Heart String Eulogies. ❤

“And maybe I’ll remember the good moments. The ones spent by your side.” And maybe, after all is said and done, I’ll finally reach the end. The end of this war. This lifetime of fighting for my own right to breathe. To push forward, no matter how hopeless my circumstances. And maybe, the day will […]

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Before You Go



Before you go,

Sweep up my dignity.
You see,
I've thrown it away.

It became irrelevant
in your presence.

Can I recapture it
without looking
in your eyes?

What will I see
reflected there?

Yesterday’s letters
expressed it plainly.
Songs we sung to one another.

The words now blurry;
running on the page.

Before you go,

Take my heart
from your hand.
It’s held
too tightly.

Severed.
Fractured.
More resilient than I knew.

The imprint
of your fist
will fade.
Eventually.

Before you go,
Draw the blinds. 
To accept the light
would be a subversion. 

Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson

*Just a few old memories here….  All is well.