Renewal #writephoto




The new dawn danced
its way 
into existence
with a light show 

Setting the sky ablaze
with cotton-candy puffs
of clouds

The earth 
once again
renewed
with a glorious backdrop
of fire and light
as its stage

© 2019 Penny Wilson

*This is in response to another of Sue's stunning photo's. 
She does a photo/word prompt every Thursday. If you would
like to get in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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. 

Untrodden #writephoto


Silver trees
feathery down
freshly fallen snow

The earth
waits

Hushed

Breaths held
in anticipation

Unblemished

Untrodden

Soon defiled

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

*This is in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.  If you would like to get in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE

 

Hidden Stream #writephoto


The hidden stream surged from the ground.  It rushed along the forest floor winding through the boulders and rocks.  It leapt with joy over the small decent, causing bubbles of excitement.  The stream laughed and played in the sunlight and shimmered in the cool of the shade trees.  The stream’s destination was unknown to we mere mortals.  We were gifted with a brief view of its exultation.  The stream’s festive journey continued until it turned that last corner; it’s path once again hidden from sight.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

*This is in response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt.  If you would like to join in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.

Way Stone #writephoto


The monolith stood grave

and silent

surveying his domain.

 

Once a proud beacon;

a symbol

for his people.

 

No longer.

 

But he is not

forgotten.

 

The songbirds

now sing

his praises

and the breezes

carry

sweet fragrances to him.

 

The rainclouds dance

and gently bath him

and the sun shines down

to wrap him

in warmth.

 

The Way Stone

will watch over this forest

until the songbirds

no longer sing.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

*This is in response to SuE Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt.  If you’d like to join in, you can find out all about the fun HERE. 

Glimmer – #writephoto


Our cheeks were flushed, matching the fire of the sunset.  Our pulses raced with excitement.  This ragtag bunch of forgotten souls; 24 in all, had been walking for what seemed like forever.  But now, there was finally a glimmer of hope.

Nestled in the narrow valley at the base of the Blue Mountains, were lights.  It was the first sign of people we had seen in weeks.

We were not alone after all.

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

* This is for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt.  If you would like to get in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.  

 

 

Faraway-#writephoto and #OctPoWriMo


I hear your voice faraway; it whispers my name.

You sailed into the sunset, but it’s me that’s adrift.

My heartbreak tints the clouds a dirty pink.

My tears, salty like the sea.

I’m chilled as I hear the echo once again.

Your voice.

A whisper.

Faraway.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

*2 for one here.  This is prompted by Sue Vincent’s #writephoto.  You can find out about Sue’s beautiful photos and Thursday prompt HERE.

This is also a poem for:    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.  You can find out all about the challenge HERE.  Have fun! 🙂

 

Waves


You’re standing there alone.  Watching the waves, just like you do every day.  Maybe today I’ll have the courage to say hello. Maybe I’ll have the courage to ask you what is that you see when you look at the waves?  What are you hoping to find?

The wind tousles your brown hair, pushing it back from your face.  Your piercing blue eyes hold their gaze.  They’re as cold as the sea on this November morning.

I take another step forward. I’m closer today than I’ve ever been.  Today.  I must do this today before I lose my courage.  A deep breath and another step forward.  And another.

You turn away and slowly walk up the beach.  Your head down, shoulders slumped.  I can feel the sorrow in your gait.

My moment has passed.  Maybe tomorrow.

I walk forward and scan the waves as they lap the shoreline.  I’m standing where you stood.  What is it that you see?  What are you searching for?   Maybe tomorrow I’ll ask you.  Maybe tomorrow.

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

*This is in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Thursday photo prompt.  If you would like to get in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE

What Remains?


Heaven in your arms.

Utopia in those eyes.

Days in paradise,

Nights in bliss.

My soul,

a small price to pay.

What remains?

Hell.

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

*This is in response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday writing prompt, #writephoto.  You can find out all about the fun HERE

Consumed #writephoto


It’s been a while since I’ve participated in Sue’s Thursday prompts.  However, this photo was very inspiring!  If you would like to be part of the fun with Sue’s prompts, you can read all about it HERE.  Below is my offering for Sue’s amazing photo.  

A wildfire

Out of control

I am lost in

thoughts of you.

The loneliness burns

As does my desire.

Consuming you

being Consumed.

Raging against

the empty

Seeking your

Fire

Devour me with it

I beg.

I long to touch

The flame.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson