Creation




Computer keys are
mere plastic things

The stark white letters
stare up at the ceiling

They are part of
me

My heart pounds
as my fingers find
life in the
cold, plastic squares

The very existence of
countless unknowns
hang on each keystroke

They hide my dreams
and my nightmares

To release them
I am slave
to the keyboard

With them, I am
master
to hidden worlds

Each is only a
keystroke away
from beginning
life

Copyright Β© 2018 Penny Wilson

 

About Penny Wilson Writes

Penny Wilson is a freelance writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 & 2019 by Z Publishing, Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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13 Responses to Creation

  1. -Eugenia says:

    I can relate to this! πŸ™‚

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  2. Bravo, Penny!!! Thanks for letting me be a Beta reader for you!! So Sweet! A Beautiful poem!!!!
    xoxoxo

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  3. Wonderfully written Penny!

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  4. Looks familiar. Results tomorrow. ☺❀

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