Seasons Flow, …

Where once there was water 

there’s now a dry creek, 

as nature reveals 

her seasonal harsh streak.

Rockslides from above 

line the creek bed below, 

though the water will win,

this time it flows slow. 

Penn©️2025

A descriptive poem, of the scene captured by Phil, … Wishing you a warm Tuesday, …💙

Magic, …

There’s a very special magic hat,
it’s invisible you see, it’s only seen by clever folk …
(that’s you and me!)
If you place it on your head,
you can wish for anything
trouble is, it reads your mind,
so mayhem it may bring.
You could wish for Peace on Earth,
as a final ending to war,
but it could grant Total Silence…
to last for evermore.
No birds will sing, no voice will ring,
nothing at all to hear.
So control your thoughtful mind,
make your wish
very,
very
clear.

Penn©️2025

If wishes were horses etc…with a ‘touch of the hat’ to Harry Potter & the Sorting Hat, … I’m just off to try and turn back the other Wall Clock, ..🕘

Blades, …

The thrum of the fan                    
          with clicking blades,               
               no intrusion at all 
                         as thought process fades.      
                                     Sitting quite still       
                                                while closing the eyes,  
to life as it is,                            
           wanting to reside                                
                      with feelings held             
                                   in a stasis of calm        
                                               a tincture to the soul      
                                                           almost life saving balm. 

Penn©️2025

Go with the flow, … if you can hear water flowing ’tis the Babbling Brook on the white noise machine, …✨

Wishful Way, …

Shifting sand beneath my feet,

as I walk along the shore.

A summer breeze

‘n turquoise seas

draw you near me evermore.

Penn©️2025

A walk along the beach, so heavenly, …The beautiful Graphic Art by Phil…✨

The Eyes Have It, …

 The eyes tell a story, giving more than a clue
of the person inside, the real part of you.
They hold back some secrets, never let it be said,
that everyone is open, like a book to be read.

Eyes can flash with anger, soften with love
harden with hate, a fist in a velvet glove.
Endless tears can well, shimmering like dew,
softening the heart, ‘til a sparkle shines thro’.

Mischief can reign, twinkling laughter can show,
the eyes lead the way, the lips follow on slow.
A wink, a teasing look, perhaps a knowing glance,
without a clue from the eyes, you haven’t a chance.

Eyes are described as a gateway to the soul,
as the key to knowing a person as a whole.
So, look into these eyes, tell what you see,
for if you read wrongly, then where will you be?

Penn © 2025

Friday again, … Have a wonderful weekend, …✨

Addiction, …

Not a trace of evidence is left,
every morsel melted away.
I tell myself I will never fall,
without the memory held sway.
I rise and face the daily grind
with a sigh, forgetting to smile.
Trying to block my mind,
it works for a little while.
You want to know?
I
cannot
say,
why this
process
fails each day,
’tis just a habit,
I seek to break,
Chocolate Addiction…
this diet means I must forsake…
LadyP©2013

I’d rather eat it, than wear it mind you!! …Tsk!!

Magic, Beware, …

There’s a magic feel to the Ancient Shop
There’s a spicy aroma of a bygone age
Like dim memories that will never stop
Like dim photo’s filling every album page.

You look around slowly with eyes so wide
You look around but you must never touch
As the goods are magic and more beside
As the price you pay may be too, too much.

You choose with care the Goods you require,
You choose and a moral bargain is struck
As the Shopkeeper knows it will never expire
As the unwary shoplifter who alas tried his luck.

Non doth know where the light fingered one went,
Non doth know if his sorry life was forsaken
Only the Shopkeeper knows and he won’t relent
Only the Shopkeeper knows of anything taken.

Penn©️2025

A magic tale, with a moralistic side, … I really enjoyed reading this one, … ✨

Facets, …

What are we, do we merely dream? 

Where are we, is life purely seen?

Do we tread a new path,

learning as we go, 

or are we constant visitors, 

adding to what we know?

Life can be as diamonds,

an illuminating light, 

making visible 

the route

we

assume

to be right.

Penn©️2025

Questions, questions, … plus a link on the illustration to Diamond info….✨

Serenity, …

A moonlit night, 
showing face serene,
such majestic light,  
a silvery moonbeam.
Cloudy shadows
drifting high, 
a portrait 
created 
in the 
evening sky.

Penn©️2025

Thinking, talking, …and wondering, …Moon shadows, …✨

PS/ there’s a link on the AI picture above, … Takes you to a full moon calendar. … Enjoy, …✨

Life’s Gift, …

Beauty is lost

if you choose to be blind.

It’s a gift unwrapped for any to find

it’s there before you waiting for praise,

it dances and shimmers counting the days

for a time well hence when none cannot see

that Beauty is in all and all that shall be.

Beauty is in birth, in love, life and living

it’s not in non-caring, non-loving, non-giving.

As a pearl inside you, it

grows as you gain

a knowledge of truth,

where Beauty shall remain.

Penn©️2025

Waterfalls, so lovely, ….have a ‘beauty’ ful Tuesday, …✨