Every rose
has a struggle
We tend
our roots
and nourish
our ground
To bloom and thrive
means taking a chance
It means surviving
the storm
To beat the odds
we must grow
our own thorns
Copyright (C) 2022 Penny WilsonTag: poetry
Moonlight
A whisper that brushed my skin A touch I’ll always remember I hold tight with my heart To the memory of that night in the moonlight Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson
Twisted Spell
She studied lore and craft
Her heart’s desire to obtain.
She used bat’s wings and chants
And even a little wolfbane.
She locked him in a cage
And cast spells on him each night.
She summoned demons and beasts
And trolls by moonlight.
She took flight with Count Dracula
To learn of his secrets.
Nothing she tried seemed to work
Was this man her weakness?
Finally, defeated
She turned him loose one day.
She said “although I love you
You must be on your way”.
“Your love is what I’ve desired
But it can’t be earned like this.
Before you leave my home
Would you grant me just one kiss?”
He looked at her with kindness
And took her hand with care.
He pulled her close and kissed her
And then he gave her such a glare.
“Although I’ve kissed your lips most foul
You’ll not live to see another nightfall
I am a warlock casting my own spell
I'll turn you into a rat; quite small.”
Before his eyes, she shrank
And began to grow a snout.
She scampered away quickly
To look for a way out.
Before you cast a spell
on the man of the moment.
Use caution, for he may seek revenge
by turning you into a rodent.
Copyright © 2022 Penny Wilson
*Happy Halloween All! I hope you enjoyed! 🙂
Premature Murder
I am being dragged My feet splayed out behind me scuffing the tips of my boots A small cloud of dust encompasses me as I hold on for all I am worth There are days when I have control of the thing and days like today when I do not I knew its course It had been targeting my antagonist for some time I wanted him dead too But not now Not yet To my amazement it struck without hesitation Dragging me through the blood and the gore I had no choice but to become part of the appalling onslaught The cursor savored the joy within the protagonist as it ends the life of the villain The cursor has won Today I’m breathless my pulse is pounding I finally release my hold on the cursor My hands shake as I add the final period End of scene Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson *With it being close to Halloween, I thought this might be a fun post to repeat. I hope you enjoyed this.
Endless Summer
You smelled of Patchouli The Stones were on the turntable Smoke was in the air Boone's Farm Strawberry was the flavor of your kisses That summer, endless Our youth, more powerful than we ever knew We were bulletproof and would live forever Tomorrow was a given Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
Tethered
Distance won't separate our hearts the bond is too strong Our history connects us as bones connect limbs Tethered always Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson
Fool’s Errand
I repeatedly relive that day. You were at my fingertips, once. Foolishly, I let you go. Trying to change the past, is a fool's errand. Now the search begins anew. I thought I found you in a smile. Just a wish. My illusions tease me. Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
Rusty Knight
It had been so cold and alone, those days in the dark.
There was a sadness on her soul and also in her heart.
She looked to the stars, the moon and the sun.
Warmth had turned it’s back, she thought she was done.
A Knight appeared before her and reached out to take her hand.
He was unlike any other in this unforgiving land.
His eyes shone bright, through the armor of rust.
He was covered with honor, love and trust.
The armored arms enveloped her; strong but soft and warm.
She was safe, she was safe, she would come to no harm.
She looked up into the eyes of the Rusty Knight’s eyes of green.
Her soul was being cared for, like it had never been.
He said “Take my hand M’lady, for treasures are laid before you.”
“Treasures more precious than diamonds. Your soul to be born anew.”
“Your soul in my care will be loved adored and cherished.
Let no dragon cross my path or it is he who will perish.”
She laid her heart at his feet and trembling, took his hand.
Her future was in his eyes, her past now a wasteland.
*Copyright 2022 (C) Penny Wilson
**This is an oldie originally written way back in 2014. Slightly tweaked here for it’s 2022 debut. I hope you enjoy.
Color of Clouds #writephoto
People think that your eyes are blue I know better the real you the one you show only to me I know your eyes are the color of clouds against a blue, blue sky with flecks of light no, flecks of sunshine they are the color my heart longs for on cold winter days the color of clouds © 2018 Penny Wilson *This is in response to Sue Vincent's Thursday #writephoto prompt. If you would like to get in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.
Clouds of Yesterday-Revised
Seeing tomorrow
without the clouds of yesterday,
Is like touching a Dream.
You take chances.
Your wounds are forgotten.
Love can once more
Be realized.
Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson
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