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

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

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

The Heart Never Forgets


My fingertips forget the stubble of your beard.

My lips forget the corners of your mouth.

My eyes forget your gaze.

I can forget the scent of your skin.

The rush of my blood when your hand touches mine…forgotten.

But my heart…

My heart does not forget.

Search


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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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

For Mom


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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 me, a part of me.

Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson