All we take with us is memories I've carefully wrapped mine in tissue The ones filled with light are the most delicate The dark ones make good packing material Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson
I take the words and set them aside My prized cache I sometimes file them neatly Other days they blend and fade Dissolving A brief glimpse They tantalize with only hints of what they can become I keep the case locked guard them hoard them Their opaque existence an unstable realm Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson *Words and phrases become treasures hoarded. Seedlings for future poetry, writings. These are so fleeting. If I don’t immediately write them down, they are usually lost, gone forever. Image by StockSnap from Pixabay
The search never ending you were at my fingertips once and slipped away I found you in a smile or so I thought My illusions tease me Your image like waves on asphalt in summer Your voice whispers in the shadows waking me Breezes carries a scent of you I pursue Your touch I miss most Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson
For a second maybe two our eyes meet Yours held mine prisoner Me gladly surrendering Joyfully longingly falling Into those clear cool pools The moment now gone You turn away Would you smile a welcome? Do you know this heart? reaching We will never know Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson Image by Olichel Adamovich from Pixabay
Clouds dark foreboding Fat and heavy with rain Thunder rumbles a threat Deep inside my chest Electricity in my marrow A scream of lightening sets the sky ablaze Eyes turn to the heavens The sky weeps tears Engorged sky spills over salty and hot Pray for cleansing Deliverance A torrent washes over me Copyrighht (C) 2019 Penny Wilson
We don't talk about it The keyboard lets me bleed it onto the page No constraints No gavel of fate Rationality of my own design Interpretations abound Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson
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