a
splash of
starlight bathed the
night and illuminated our
love
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Something Worth Losing
I've never had
anything
of real value
Just a few
trinkets
I've no
palatial dwelling
no shiny chariot
I have no
gold or silver
to barter with
My meals are
simple fair
My riches
have amounted to
the warmth
of the sun
chasing away the chills.
The earth
prosperous and abundant
with life
all around me.
I have water
enough to quench
these lips
and nourish
my garden
All that I
require
is provided me
But, you...
Having you
gave me something
worth losing
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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
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Poetry of My Heart
The poetry of my heart spills onto the page in blue ink and fervent sighs The poetry of my heart is written on the wings of dreams and nights of longing The poetry of my heart negate shadows of terrors not voiced The poetry of my heart stands tall against this world Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson Photo by Alex Azabache from Pexels
From Your Lips
from
your lips
the word I
wish whispered most is
"mine"
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For All Time
Love
from you
not just today
but for all time
cherished.
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*My Dear friend, Chuck said that my first Elfchen deserved a proper title. So here you go! 😉
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
Body Language
five
senses and
body language played
shadows intertwining weaving our
dreams
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The Sound of Songbirds
To listen to my heartbeat and feel my lungs fill with air. To have nothing I have to do no place I'm expected to be. I want to listen to the quiet. The noise of this world has grown and I cannot endure much more. I wish to listen as the stars find their path across the sky. I want to watch the morning dew dissipate with the rise of the sun. The sound of songbirds is enough for me. Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson
Love Felt
to know your heart skips a beat to be the whisper on the tip of your tongue I see the glimmer in your eyes and hear the catch in your breath souls touching this this is more than physical this is love felt Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson
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