You are
the catch in my breath
as I whisper
your name
You are
the stars
in my musings
the longing
in my nights
the dreams
of my heart
the smile
on my lips
You are
the tomorrow
in my eyes
Tomorrow and
tomorrow
You are
(C) 2021 Penny Wilson
*A reprisal from a 2019 version. I hope you enjoy.
#NaPoWriMo-Day 16-A Fool I Will Remain
I’m a fool
My judgement
takes wing
old habits return
when I think
of walking away
you’re as much
a part of me
as breathing
you intoxicate
beguile
and infuriate me
you’re ambrosia
and poison
redeemer and
captor
a fool
I will remain
Copyright © 2021 Penny Wilson
Imagine
#NaPoWriMo-Day 15-Memories and Wishes
I keep my memories
and wishes
tucked inside a box The vessel unimportant Its what’s inside the box that calls to me Inside I hear the beating of your heart smell your skin and taste your lips you
now on wingtips
left behind memories
nestled beside wishes Copyright © 2021 Penny Wilson
#NaPoWriMo-Day 14-A Gift From Yesterday
A small seashell
lay in her palm
She kept it close
as she dreamed
of the sea
It whispered
its secret message
of New beginnings
The shell,
a gift from
yesterday
Close the door
to old endings
it said
Set them free
Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson
Lovely photo found on Unsplash.
#NaPoWriMo-Day 13-This Pen is Cursed
This pen is cursed
of that I am sure
It just won’t produce
I must find a cure
It used to give flowery prose
like honey for the Gods
Now every word is a fight
no matter how much I prod
No matter my will
my anger or plan
I cannot escape the pen
That is chained to my hand
So I am cursed to write drivel
or trash or waste
Cursed to write only
what is considered bad taste
Copyright © 2021 Penny Wilson
Thank you to `M for the wonderful Prompts which can
be found HERE.
A Visit to Penelope, Texas, that is.
My name is Penny. I’m not a Penelope, as many Penny’s are. No, just Penny. It’s a name that I’ve had a love/hate relationship with over the course of my life. I recently discovered that there is a town in Texas called Penelope. I always felt that Penelope was a more refined version of Penny, so I was drawn to explore this little town.
Google told me that Penelope has a population of 167 people. During Easter weekend, I was feeling restless and decided that a drive on a beautiful spring day was just what I needed. So my little dog and I jumped into the car and headed out.
I am so glad that I decided to take this trip. The Bluebonnets were at their absolute most glorious and the Indian Paint Brush was doing its best to compete.
The town of Penelope itself, doesn’t have much to offer. The tiny post office sits on the main road through town. The only other public buildings that I saw was a school and the Fire Station. I guess with a population of only 167 people there wouldn’t be much need for anything more. The closest gas station or store is 9 miles away.
The plane in the photo above was sitting in someone’s front yard just before getting to Penelope.
The photo above was taken just on the outskirts of Penelope. A beautiful view of the Hill Country in Texas on a spring day.
I’m so glad that I took the time to explore this tiny town. My eyes had a feast of beauty that my soul had been longing for.
Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson
#NaPoWriMo-Day 12-Your Words
They’re not
just pretty words
Your words
are a melody
or a fragrance
on the breeze
Your words
set me free
so I can dance
with the sea
or ride wild dragons
Your words
transport me
magically
And I go
willingly
eagerly
because I know
that what awaits
will be the magic
promised through
your words
Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson
*Inspired by a beautiful poem by Chuck, over at the Reluctant Poet.
#NaPoWriMo – Day 9-A Few Simple Lines
It’s nothing but
a few simple lines
Words you’ve
strung together
They seem innocent
without depth
to the non-discerning
eye
But to me
you have painted
a tapestry
a masterpiece
for the senses
With your words
I experience
your world
The textures and
colors come to life
The words
are transformed
into your voice
your whispers
and yes
even your touch
With a few simple lines
Copyright © 2021 Penny Wilson
*This was inspired by my Dear Friend Chuck over at The Reluctant Poet. His “seeds of inspiration” was all I needed to write this. Thank you, Chuck, for your kindness and encouragement. Big ‘Ole Hugs! ❤
#NaPoWriMo – Day 8 -Darkness
Materializing from the darkness of a hollowing sadness Insistent and desperate This lifeless labyrinth born of an aching emptiness The broken pieces you left behind To seek the light Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay *I know this is quite dark. I was having a hard time finding inspiration. For a prompt, I pulled out a book, opened it and just started writing down words or phrases that caught my eye. This poem is what came from that. hmmmm...
