Posted in Poetry

#NaPoWriMo-Day 20-Another Skirmish


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
Posted in Poetry

#NaPoWriNo-Day 17-You Are-Reprised




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.
Posted in Poetry

#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
Posted in Poetry

#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.

 

Posted in Life

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 

Posted in Poetry

#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