#PoetryReadathon – Meet poetry blogger Penny Wilson

Posted on December 11, 2018 by

My dear Friend, Robbie over at Robbie’s Inspirations is doing this amazing Poetry Readathon and I was asked to interview and be part of it.  I am so honored!  Please see Robbie’s questions and my answers below.  Thank you again, Robbie!  ❤

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Poetry readathonPenny Wilson

First of all, I would like to thank Robbie for allowing me to join in on her #Poetryreadathon! I am honored and delighted to participate! Below are Robbie’s questions and my answers for them.

Michael and I are delighted to have you over for a visit today, Penny. You write beautiful and inspiring poetry.

Penny’s poem

Picking Up the Pieces—

Angels

gather pieces

carefully

As the edges

tend to wound

The sight of blood

no longer offends

the celestial beings

Just another

Shard

Uniting

the Pieces of

broken hearts

only the Divine

have mastered

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

Thank you, Penny, for sharing this beautiful piece of your soul.

Tell us a bit about yourself

I’m a single working woman living in the Dallas/Fort Worth, Texas Metroplex. I live with my best friend; my Chihuahua, Rocket. I’ve lived all over the U.S., but will most likely retire in Texas…

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Broken Appointment

Posted on December 10, 2018 by

The bitch.

I sat there
in my usual spot.

Fingers poised;
ready.

Usually,
it just flows.

It begins as a trickle
with me
peck, peck, pecking my way
onto the page.

Then she takes hold
and the scenes
unfolding behind my eyelids,
magically
find their way
to the page.

Magic.

It really does
feel like that.

She has hold of me.

My fingers glide,
unbidden,
forming the images
in my mind’s eye.

The world around me;
forgotten.

The page and me.

That is all
there is.

But not today.

My Muse
broke our appointment;
again.

Fickle bitch.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

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At the End of the Day

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What You Do Matters

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Kiss… #Poetry — anita dawes and jaye marie

Posted on December 4, 2018 by

Please enjoy this Beautiful piece of poetry  ❤

Kiss My final chapter here at last Alas, I am no longer, I have passed. Let me tell you, the stories from above Are quite true. If you stick a pin in It will go right through My body left below you see No longer any use to me. I am […]

via Kiss… #Poetry — anita dawes and jaye marie

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Premature Murder

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I am being dragged 

My feet splayed out behind me
scuffing the tips of my boots 

A small cloud of dust
encompasses me
as I hold on
for all I am worth  

There are days when I have control
of the thing
and days
like today
when I do not 

I knew its course 

It had been targeting my antagonist
for some time 

I wanted him dead too 

But not now 

Not yet 

To my amazement
it struck  
without hesitation 

Dragging me 
through the blood and the gore
I had no choice
but to become part
of the appalling onslaught

The cursor savored
the joy
within the protagonist
as it ends the life of
the villain 

The cursor has won

Today

I’m breathless
my pulse is pounding

I finally release my hold
on the cursor

My hands shake
as I add the final period

End of scene

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

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A Rant About Submitting to Publications

Posted on November 30, 2018 by

I don’t know about you, but I am awfully tired of the Merry-go-round that publications have us on!!  I’ve been fortunate enough to have several of my pieces published.  All of them online forums, nothing in print.  I keep submitting, but it’s SO frustrating!!

You write from your heart.  You’ve poured your soul onto the page.  You’re sure that THIS one is the jewel that will finally be in print.  You proof and edit until your piece is perfect.  You select THE perfect place for it to appear.  You send your precious baby out into the webisphere to be critiqued, analyzed and criticized.  You wait and wait and WAIT, patiently for a response.  Until one day, you receive that email that says, once again, that (they are very sorry, but) this piece was not chosen for publication.

This is all well and good.  I DO understand that maybe that piece was not for them, they didn’t like it, whatever the case may be.  I can handle that.  What GETS my dander up Continue reading →

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