Trail of Coins


Your promise 
shines 
like a trail of coins  

I am helpless 
but to follow 
you, 
my heart, 
to lock them 
in a jar

Covet them 
selfishly 

I once thought 
your luster 
untouchable  

My texture of dreams
finally 
a manifestation 
of a wish

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

Image by klimkin from Pixabay

This Moment


the stars provide
an endless canopy

a soft breeze 
floats 
through the fragrant grasses

cooling our fervor

your shoulder 
is my pillow 

your heartbeat 
my lullaby

we disclose our future 
to the moon 
and he shares his light with us

after 
we slumber 
wrapped in an embrace

tomorrow 
will bring the sunrise 
and with it 
a new beginning

but tonight 
we have this moment

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

 

 

 

Ladders In The Sky


Fleeing 
I erect ladders 
in the sky  

Despair 
reaches for me 

wearing me 
threadbare  

Once I reach 
the top 
I will go 
where the wind 
blows  

In my pockets 
I take 
only 
fairy dust  

Prepared 
for the future
Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson
Photo by Khimish Sharma from Pexels

Write the Darkness


Where we’re place 
may yield happiness 
or sorrow

True happiness 
must be wild and untamed 
overgrown 
tendrils sprouting 
through the broken windowpanes

The childhood bedroom 
where you hid 
under thin blankets 
coerced you 
only to a trail 
of grief

Again led 
to the dying 
of summer

What was allowed 
as transparent as glass 
paramount 
on the path before you

Write the darkness 
and be still

The scars will heal

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

Image by Peter H from Pixabay

Dear Loneliness


Dear Loneliness,

You've been there 
watching 
my rituals

I lay 
counting stars 
my true colors 
on display 

embracing you 
like 
a lover 

self retribution

what we 
inherit is not 
our destiny 

the shape of a thorn 
does not dictate 
the severity 
of the wound  

maps
and memories   
simply 
reflect
the past 

not a 
prediction
of tomorrow

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

Inner Interrogations



My interrogator 
was ruthless 
casting doubt 
on answers 
lies 
I had told 
myself 

I denied 
denied what I saw 
right 
in 
front 
of 
me

The rituals 
repeated 
my history 
looking 
me square in the face

Wringing 
the facts from me 
one 
at a time

Finally 
spent 
and weak 
from 
validity

I stood 
tall and erect 
to face tomorrow 

leaving 
the past 
behind 
me

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson