“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.”
—Zelda Fitzgerald (1900-1948)
A Bit of Me in Every Key Stroke
Whiskey was the medication used to dull pain When the bottle didn't provide answers He shared his agony an attempt to dissipate his misery Punishment for those whose pain was not the same as his The spread of agony simply resulted in unseen scars Whiskey Scars The world couldn't see my sharing the lie Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson
I have the Rabbit’s Foot in the picture above, hanging from the visor in my car. This Rabbit’s Foot has been passed from car to car over the years. I’ve had the foot for approximately 30 years.
I’m not superstitious, just sentimental. Sitting at a red light I’ll see the foot out of the corner of my eye. I’ll reach up and give it a little pet. This always makes me smile. I’m smiling, because it takes me back to the time when I received that silly Rabbit’s Foot. A very good memory.
The Dinosaur – Image by KL Caley
The Old Dinosaur of a desk calls to me when my memories go rogue The memories escape the cage in my mind where I've kept them captive Some are bittersweet Others, simply bitter I give voice to them letting them fly from my mind to the pen in my hand The memories find their way to the page loose from their enclosure They glare back at me defiant in the freedom of their exposure I'm helpless and can only witness the past laid bare for all to see Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson This is for Kaley's #Writephoto Thursday Prompt This was inspired by my Friend, Chuck over at The Reluctant Poet and his poem,"Memories Gone Rogue"