Posted in Poetry

Reason to Smile

He smiles 
to himself 

remembering the 
moments shared  

his smile reflects 
a lifetime 
of laughter & tears 
pleasure and pain 

his skin remembers
her touch
 
his soul remembers
her love

although she's gone 
nothing 
can take away 
the reason 
for his smile

Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson
*Thank you Chuck, for the seedlings!
Image by Mansour Obaidi from Pixabay 

Posted in Life

I Forget

Once upon a time, 
Can't remember when,
Way back there,
Way back when,
Someone told me something,
Can't remember who, 
Can't remember what it was,
But if I ever do, 
I'll write it on a thingum
And put it somewhere safe--
I think the little whatsit
Would be the perfect place. 
I wouldn't trust the whoozit
With the thingamy because,
I can't remember where it is
Or where it ever was.
My memory is excellent;
It's never failed me yet.
The only things it can't recall
Are things that I forget.  

--Charles Wilkins
Posted in Poetry

Windows of Promise – #writephoto Window

**This is in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt.  You can find out all about the fun on her page HERE.  

Tangled vines

Climb the wall

Roses cling tight

Windows clouded

With yesterday’s

Memories

Sunshine through

Tarnished panes

And chipped wishes

Tomorrows left behind

Gazed through

Windows of promise

 

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

Posted in Poetry

Blue #writephoto

**Sue has given us another gorgeous photo as a prompt this week.  This one is called Blue.  You can read all about Sue’s Thursday #writephoto prompts HERE.  Have fun!

A sky alight with your spirit.

The exact blue of your eyes.

The hue envelopes all.

You warm the fading light.

Your spirit here,

Beside me as I walk.

With me now,

Forever in my heart.

 

Copyright © 2017 Penny Wilson

Posted in Poetry

Asking Why

A whisper that brushed my skin

Like wind in my hair.

A touch I’ll always remember

I thought I’d find you there.

Mist on the lake by moonlight

Gone like a sigh.

I hold tight with my heart

The memory, asking why.

Copyright ©2017 Penny Wilson

 

Posted in Life, Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized

Search

stars

The exhaustion overwhelms me.

The search, never ending.

Once, you were at my fingertips, but slipped away.

I found you in a smile, or so I thought.

My illusions tease me.

The image like waves on asphalt in summer.

Your voice whispers in the shadows, waking me from slumber.

The breeze will carry a scent of you that I pursue.

The touch, I miss the most.