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Remembering You

Remembering You

A ghostly flower blooming and withering,
(or blot) blinking with colors that strain to brightness,
to equal those of what were seen before;
fragments, with the music or plain utterances
attempting to be as loud (or as soft)
as what they really were...

But all in vain.

Blurred and ephemeral. Just for a haunting and fleeting...
Many times an unexpected visitor,
an intruder, inside...

What is complete and constant is that depressing spirit:

Void of form and details, yet lingering, encumbering,
dragging. Punctuated, highlighted,
by the thief that intermittently
gives, curses, and leaves

with a piece.

Asking Why




Asking Why

 

A whisper that brushed my skin

Like wind in my hair. 

A touch I’ll always remember

I thought I’d find you there.

Mist on the lake by moonlight

Gone like a sigh. 

I hold tight with my heart

The memory, asking why.

  

Penny Wilson
 

I am a freelance writer that writes in several genres.  I've had a successful blog with a growing and loyal following for more than 5 years.  I've written articles for Counseling Directory .org, Introvert Dear .com and WOW Women on Writing.  I'm currently working on my first novel.  You can find more of my writings on my blog at: https://pennywilsonwrites.com/  and follow me on Twitter @pennywilson123

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