Why You Haven’t Been Feeling Inspired to Write Lately (and Why That’s OK) — Novelty Revisions


Please take a minute to read Meg’s wonderful post about why it’s OK to not be OK right now!  ❤

I just kept asking myself over and over: “What is wrong with you?”

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Masks Part 2 – They’re not Political! — Trent’s World (the Blog)


WEAR A MASK, WEAR A MASK, WEAR A MASK!!! Please see my Friend, Trent’s post here. ❤

(See Part One) (Quick edit – Most of the Republicans I know wear a mask and most of the Democrats I know wear a mask for the right reason, but there are so many out there…) A couple of weeks ago I was in a team meeting. My manager was talking about new policy for […]

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Unity


Just under
the surface 
lies hidden 

Hatred   

Hatred 
fogs the mind  

Hands 
that can build 
that can breath life 
into each of us 
turn to 
fists  

Voices 
cry out 
against 
the hate  

Two strides forward today 

we pray
only
one stride back 

We stumble 
seeking answers
seeking
unity

Today
and tomorrow

Forward  

Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson

Image by John Hain from Pixabay 

THE THRILL OF WRITING


Sweet Chuck, over at The Reluctant Poet, has graciously included me in a collaboration with him on this poem.  I adore what he has done with it!  Please be sure to spend some time at Chuck’s blog exploring!  I hope you enjoy our effort here.  (Thank you, Chuck! ❤ )

The Reluctant Poet

By Charles Robert Lindholm And Penny Wilson

I Hear The Rhythm
Of My Pulse Beating
Between My Ears
As I Tap, Tap, Tap The Keys

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As Fleeting As Time




Just a hint
a small inkling

Like a whisper
not quite heard

Or a soft scent
on the breeze

I can’t hold
or touch it

But felt it
in my chest

A glimpse 
in the blue 
of your eyes

Elusive and
wild
as trust

As fleeting
as time

Love.

Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson
Photo found on Pixabay

The Sound of Songbirds


To listen 
to my heartbeat 
and feel my lungs 
fill with air. 

To have nothing 
I have to do 
no place 
I'm expected 
to be. 

I want to listen 
to the 
quiet. 

The noise 
of this world 
has grown  

and I cannot endure 
much more. 

I wish to listen
as the stars 
find their path 
across the sky. 

I want to watch 
the morning dew 
dissipate 
with the rise 
of the sun. 

The sound 
of songbirds 
is enough 
for me. 

Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson

A Lifetime Of Thank Yous


This is not a new post.  But felt it was appropriate, considering the hardship that my BFF is going through right now.  Please read and you’ll understand why this woman is so precious to me.

Penny Wilson Writes

friends 

How do you say thank you to someone who has always been there for me?  She has been my biggest supporter, my biggest cheerleader, no matter what I wanted to do.  She always had my back.

This little woman is a ball of dynamite.  She is a true lady in every sense of the word, but will cut you down to the stumps like a she-bear protecting her young if you dare hurt anyone she loves.

She is an enigma.  She has been ill off & on most of her life.  She’s been misdiagnosed and was supposed to die several times.  But you cannot keep her down.  She powers on and has proved the doctors wrong over and over again.

The doctors did finally come up with a diagnosis, but that hasn’t stopped her.  Although her condition is degenerative, she keeps on keeping on.

Despite her hardships, which have…

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