My Box of Words


My box of words 
is hoarded 
selfishly. 

Choosing and stockpiling 
each one 
carefully. 

I take inventory. 

I tuck them away 
in my little treasure box 
lined with memories 
tears 
and laughter. 

Yesterday's words 
are tinged 
aging and gnarled 
the edges curling. 

Today's words 
fat 
filled with promise. 

Choosing the right ones 
is a challenging 
feat 
not always accomplished 
with elegance. 

Copyright (C) Penny Wilson

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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Today Was Enough


 

The turntable 
sang of
freedom 
and exploration  

Summer skies 
were flavored 
with Strawberry Hill 

A prelude 
to easy nights
and Purple Haze  

Never thinking
of tomorrow  

Today was enough 

(C) 2019 Penny Wilson
 Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay 

 

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay

Memories of Another Time


My fingertips 
find their way 

Pulling my heart 
beyond the keyboard  

Across the years 
through the memories 

The visions
behind my eyelids

Another time 
expressed 

A smear 
on crisp white pages

(C) Copyright 2019 Penny Wilson

Image by jan mesaros from Pixabay 

“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 Heart Does Not Forget


tickles from
the stubble of your beard

the smile at
the corners of your mouth

were your eyes 
the color of the sea?
or were they
rainy day grey?

I forget

the scent of your skin
in the dark

forgotten

when your hand touched mine
did my blood race?

many things 
forgotten

but, love

the heart
does not
forget 

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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Forgotten #writephoto


The forgotten door to yesterday. The backroads and wrong turns of your youth. The place where magic was always a possibility and summers stretched forever.  Behind this door lies a realm of fantasy, riches unclaimed, and misplaced dreams.  The key is just under that stone to the left, hidden in a niche.

Would you use the key?  

Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson

*This is in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Thursday prompt. If you would like to get in on the fun, you can find out more about it HERE.

Love the Madness




I loved 
the madness 
that was you 

Caught up 

Spiraling  

With you 
 
Drunk with it

This madness

Delicious madness

I knew better   
didn't care 

Recklessness 
the order of the day

I loved 
the madness 
that was you 

Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson

Image by David Mark from Pixabay