I fight
the good fight
At least
I tell myself that
I fall down
and get up
Fall down
get up
I stumble
more often
than I care to admit
I win most of
the arguments
with myself
these days
Other days
I'm just not up
for another skirmish
The war
rages on
Each day
I tell myself that
'today I will do better'
And sometimes
it's true
Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson
#NaPoWriMo – Day 19- From Dust
#NaPoWriNo-Day 17-You Are-Reprised
#NaPoWriMo-Day 16-A Fool I Will Remain
Imagine
#NaPoWriMo-Day 15-Memories and Wishes
#NaPoWriMo-Day 14-A Gift From Yesterday
#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.