Category: Poetry

Posted in Poetry

A Caterpillar’s Dream

Posted on by Penny Wilson Writes 
The caterpillar
crawls upon the ground
among the leaves and debris
and only dreams of taking flight

He can't help but
envy his companions
as they fly among
the flowers

They strut and flutter
their dazzling colors
flashing in the sunlight

Disheartened
he builds his
encasement

Blind and deaf
he retires to his cocoon
now an embryo
waiting

He willingly endures
the silent darkness
and dies a little death
to attain the transformation
and awaken his dream

Then, finally set free
he awakens from that
dark tomb 

reshaped

a different being

Stretching his newly found wings
his glorious colors
on display

He takes flight
among his friends
savoring the flowers
and the sun

No longer a caterpillar
but at last
his dream has come true
he is a fully formed
Butterfly


Copyright (C) 2024 Penny Wilson

*This was inspired by my dear friend over at The Reluctant Poet. 
Thank you, Chuck.
Posted in Poetry, Prose

Eclipse

Posted on by Penny Wilson Writes

There was a time when your light shone bright and brilliant.  You were the warmth of my days.  Then, darkness overcame you, swallowing your soul.  I could still see flashes of you, moments of you, when your brilliance would shine like jewels.  I feared that the darkness had an eternal hold on you.  Then, at last, the darkness released its hold on you.  I was once again bathed in your stunning light.  I am eternally blessed to live under your luminous beauty.  

Copyright (C) 2024 Penny Wilson, All Rights Reserved

*I was describing my experience of seeing the eclipse yesterday to my friend over at Minnesota Prairie Roots and she challenged me to write about it.  Thank you, Audrey.  ❤  Above is the result of that challenge.  I hope you enjoyed my efforts.

Posted in Life, Poetry

House of Cards

Posted on by Penny Wilson Writes 

Jacks fluttered wildly
with their pomp and circumstance. 

Kings at each corner. 
Queens at each access,
overseeing the construction. 

The clubs checked the munitions 
while the spades collaborated  
to dig trenches.  

The numbers, 
Aces
leading the way 
built each story; 
taking turns, 
red 
and black.  

The roof 
was a sturdy covering, 
done in diamonds.

But the Joker 
was at work...

The fortress 
I'd built so carefully, 
card by card, 
layer by layer 

crumbled

with the breath
of your 
single

kiss.

Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson
Photo by jalil shams from Pexels
*I came across this older piece recently and I like it quite a lot.  I hope you will too.
 
Posted in Poetry

Wee Small Hours

Posted on by Penny Wilson Writes

In these wee small hours when the world is still, you come to mind as you often do.

We were never meant to be, but I couldn’t help but reach for you, cling to you, love you.

My fever for you was rampant, running wild through my veins like an infection.

If only things had been different.

If I had not have been so stubborn, angry, or foolish

All of those ‘what ifs’ abound in these wee small hours.

Copyright (C) 2024 Penny Wilson, All Rights Reserved

Posted in Poetry

Moving On

Posted on by Penny Wilson Writes 


I know that it's time 
that I moved on.  

I've wasted 
too much time on you.  

It's not my fault, 
really.  

I see you in my dreams 
each night.  

Each creak of the floorboards 
could be your footfalls.  

Was that you 
that I saw in the crowd?  

I ache for your loving embrace, 
your gentle whisper.  

But it's done.  
It's over.  

It's time I moved on.  

Copyright (C) 2024 Penny Wilson

Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge – Moving On

Posted in Life, Poetry, Writing

Between the Lines

Posted on by Penny Wilson Writes 

The poetry doesn't always 
rhyme 

Emotions find their way 
to my fingertips 

The flowery 
angry 
or heartbreaking words 
are  
released 
upon the page   
 
What appears 
upon the page 
not always 
intended   

My exploration  
laid bare 
upon the page

Somewhere 
between the lines
I find myself

Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson