“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.”
—Zelda Fitzgerald (1900-1948)
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Tag: Love
Hold On
Whiskey Scars
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
Poetry Anthology Finally Goes Live!
I am so delighted to be part of the anthology Treasuring Poetry 3 – Passions!
THIS is a quick promotional video about the book!
HERE is where you can purchase a copy of the book!
Please be sure to check out Kaye’s Post about the release of the book. She also includes the first 2 readings (videos) done by 2 of the contributing authors and a schedule of the tour.
Reserve your copy today!
I Did NOT Kill the Easter Bunny!!
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.
My All
Your hand in mine walk beside me Your lips on mine embrace me. I must fill my eyes with you and fill my lungs with the scent of our love Let's take these moments making memories to savor Now is what matters Today is all You are my all Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved #NaPoWriMo
Scars
*National Poetry Writing Month completely snuck up on me. But here goes, day 1.
The memory of you
is now just a series
of scars
Scars that run deep
never fading
Lessons learned
A reminder of
my strength
Copyright 2023 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
#NaPoWriMo
Next Life
In our next life I'll look for you what a joy it would be to have the chance to love you again Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson
Rogue Memories – #Writephoto
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"
Heartbreak
Did you hear it The sound was deafening An intense roar in my ears The reverberation rattled my bones And thundered through my soul Your ego muffled the sound But I heard it loud and clear The sound of my heartbreak Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson
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