Posted in Life, Stories

My Body Has Betrayed Me!

At what point did my body start betraying me?

I used to be able to party until dawn, get home just in time to shower, change my clothes and go to work.  Yeah, I’d be hung over as hell, but I could do it!

Now, I wouldn’t dream of doing such a thing!

I get pissy if someone wants to have a “late” meeting or dinner, say, 8 or 9pm?   I’d think, “What the hell?  I’m on my way to a bubble bath and my comfy jammies by then!”

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Posted in Poetry

#OctPoWriMo – Wasted Momentum

Lined face

A roadmap written by sins

Destruction willfully pursued

With a feeble dance

Sunrise

Darkened by cataracts

Wasted momentum

None remember

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

This is part of a 31 day challenge.  October is Poetry Writing Month.  I’m gonna try for the 31 poems in 31 days.  We will see.  This is the first.  You can find out all about the challenge HERE.  Have fun! 🙂

 

 

Posted in Poetry

Old Photos

Pieces of paper that hold a link to the past.

The edges are curled; they won’t lay flat.

 

In shades of grey and black they are bound to the page.

Eyes that no longer see, from a long ago age.

 

My history, I’m told, in the faces of that time.

The images are cold; frozen in time.

 

These strangers we cling to, a link to the past.

We long to connect; a link to be grasped.

 

We close the album pages; trusting again

We’re leaving a link, for our family & friends.

 

Copyright © 2017 Penny Wilson

Posted in Life, Prose, Uncategorized, Writing

W – Withered

Hands

W – Withered

When you look at me, do you see the passions of a young girl?  Do you see me?

These hands once held a favorite baby doll. They tenderly held a lover.  They held a child to comfort and a spouse as they passed.

These feet, skipped, danced and played in the rain.  They wore high heels and hiking boots.

I once told secrets in the dark, giggling with childish delight.   I ran and jumped and fought imaginary pirates, or cowboys.

Behind these eyes, once sparking and clear, lies the heart of adventure and daring.  Yesterday my long dark hair would fly behind me as I chased tomorrow.

Now my body moves slowly and the aches and pains are many.  My hair is thin and silver.  My memory of yesterday is not as clear as it once was.

When you look at me, do you see me?  Or do you see the withered shell?

 

Posted in Life, Stories

My Body Has Betrayed Me!

At what point did my body start betraying me?

I used to be able to party until dawn, get home just in time to shower, change my clothes and go to work.  Yeah, I’d be hung over as hell, but I could do it!

Now, I wouldn’t dream of doing such a thing!

I get pissy if someone wants to have a “late” meeting or dinner, say, 8 or 9pm?   I’d think, “What the hell?  I’m on my way to a bubble bath and my comfy jammies by then!”

Continue reading “My Body Has Betrayed Me!”