Posted in Poetry, Writing

Offensive Ache

Tormented fingers
race
across the keyboard

Release sought
from unrelenting
thoughts

Agonizing assault
ignored

Pain denied

Cascade of words
flow
from tormented digits

Satiated deliverance
once more
achieved

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
*An older post but even more relevant today. 
Posted in Life, Uncategorized

Don’t Let the Past Stop You

Sometimes we spend so much time and energy thinking about where we want to go that we don’t notice where we happen to be.

Dan Gutman, From Texas with Love

When I first moved from Oregon to Texas, all I did was mourn for the area that I left behind.  I couldn’t see the beauty that was all around me, simply because I was too busy wishing I was somewhere else.

Sometimes it’s hard to leave the past behind.  Past experiences, past loves, past places all seem to follow us and haunt us.  You don’t have to forget about the past, but don’t let it cripple you.  Be sure to see each day with new eyes.  Savor each one, because you never know when you might be experiencing your last one.

Posted in Life, Writing

From My Writing Desk

I’m sitting in my favorite room of the house, at my favorite spot, my writing desk.  Well, my dining room table, actually.  

Today is gray and cloudy and it has been raining here for several days.  But when I sit here and look out the window, I don’t care what the weather is.  I always have a beautiful view.   

This room was deemed my favorite room the first time that I walked into this house and that opinion has not changed.  The most amazing morning light graces these walls.  That is, on the days that it’s sunny. 

This room has a way of energizing me and relaxing me at the same time.  I feel calm, yet I’m excited to sit down at keyboard and begin creating.  

Creating.  That’s a good word for it.  

Tell me, do you have a favorite spot to write, to be creative?  What is it about this spot that is special to you? 

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson

Posted in Poetry

Between the Lies


You loved me, once.
I loved you too. 

We thought our story 
would be different. 

We would beat the odds, 
we were sure.

First we lied to ourselves, 
that it wouldn't happen to us.
 
Then we lied to each other, 
pretending everything was alright.
 
Finally, we lied to the world, 
putting on the masks.

Somewhere between the lies 
is where my heart lived. 

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
Posted in Life

Thanksgiving – 2022

My life has been, and still is, very very blessed.  I have a lovely home, a good car, plenty to eat and a sweet dog that loves me.  But the thing that I am most thankful for is the Loved Ones in my life, those connected to me by blood and those that are not.

May your life be as blessed.

Happy Thanksgiving.