Trailing Thoughts, …

To dream a dream in darkness of night,

to follow its trail, a wisp of smoky white.

To fly over the Earth, look down, so small,

giving wonder, does anything matter, at all.

The dawn of time, ‘til the dawn of change

what matters is life,

in natural rearrange.
Penn…2023

Antique Lore, Part 2/

There’s a magic feel to the Ancient Shoppe
spicy aromas of a bygone age,
as dim memories that will never stop
sepia photos spilling out from the page.

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

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

None doth know where the light-fingered one went,
none doth know if his life was forsaken,
only the Shopkeeper knows and he won’t relent
the Shopkeeper senses if anything is taken.

Penn …2023

Link to Antique Lore if you missed

the first warning episode….Penn.🦋

Untitled…

Untitled this poem, 
unknowing the theme,
of what do I write, 
of what do I dream?
Nightmares ensue, as  
my brain knows best
what subject to chose,
thus disturb my rest.
Sending deep fears
designed to scare.
Untitled this poem? 
My brain has no care.  
Penn©2023