I justify
what my heart
desires
The anticipation,
an aphrodisiac
Your scent,
intoxicating
Drunk with yearning
You tempt me
again
and again
Not forbidden
but remorse
pangs me
As your sweetness
passes my lips
Angel and demon,
Chocolate,
You have taken
me
yet again.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
I know that this is a repeat, but I just couldn’t resist! I hope you enjoyed. 🙂
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I REACHED UNDER THE SINK, pulled out the garbage container and dumped the flour mixture into the trash. The morning prior, I’d tossed overcooked wild rice.
It’s not like me to waste food. But I’ve been stressed and distracted this week, causing me to lose focus. When preparing Blueberry-Banana Bread this morning, I couldn’t recall whether I’d added baking powder. So into the garbage the flour mix went. On Thursday I was similarly distracted and, while I heard the timer alert me to the rice being done, the grains needed a bit more cooking. Except I forgot. Lucky for me the rice didn’t burn to the point of a smoke alarm sounding.
STRESS & DISTRACTIONS
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Please
never hesitate
to find your
way back into my
arms
Copyright © 2021 Penny Wilson
— Henri Nouwen
— Unknown
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We Are As One We are as one I belong to you you belong to me We are the ink in my poetry I need your love now and forever keep your arms around me like a wedding band nobody makes me feel like you do let’s fly to the sky and ride the stars […]
We Are As One — Walt’s Writings
She loved living with the wind Her feet on the ground and her head in the clouds The wind took her by the hand and she followed Like a kite not meant to be earthbound She bestowed her love with abandon but her attentions were brief For the wind would call to her Yet, like a fragrance you can't quite name... for a few, she lingered For those, she left longing in the night never to be forgotten And those few whispered her name Seeking the girl living with the wind Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson *Inspired by the poem by Charles Lindholm "She Had a Gypsy Heart"
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