Hope


 

Some days 

Hope 

is too 
burdensome 
an idea 

Existence 
is thick
and fat

This endeavor
cumbersome
oppressive  

With clouded psyche
and trembling fingers 

I tuck  
a sliver of 
hope 
in a pocket  

Optimism 
saved away 
for tomorrow 

Belief

A piece of it 
shining 
beckoning 
to light my way  

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

*This piece is something that I've been kicking around for a 
while. I keep coming back to it, tweaking it. I'm not sure 
that it conveys what I was trying to express, but 
regardless, I hope you enjoyed it. Penny <3  

 

Friday Favorites-The Stories In Between


Welcome to another Friday Favorite!  Each week I will bring to you information about a favorite blog/blogger that is a favorite of mine.  Please be sure to take a minute to explore their blog and they might just become a favorite of yours too!

This week, I’d like to introduce you to The Stories In BetweenRiver Dixon’s imaginative way of expression is thought provoking, stunning and always a surprise.  Some of his pieces are dark & brooding, but their brilliance is clear.  THIS is a piece I found quite sad and sweet.  River’s poetry will sometimes leave the interpretation up to the reader.  But everything makes you ponder…  Like THIS POEM.

The Stories In Between will take you on an emotional roller coaster.  River writes of love, hate, life, death, darkness and light.  Through this journey, you may just find yourself breathless. For you never know for sure which way the coaster will go.  THIS piece is touching and sad, but eloquently penned.

River Dixon is an accomplish author, having published several books that are collections of his poetry and short stories. HERE is where you can find information about his books.  I’ve purchased 2 of his books, The Stories In Between, which is short stories and Left Waiting, a poetry collection.  Both, amazing works.  THIS is his Amazon Author page.

So head over to The Stories In Between today.  Explore the depth of talent you will find there.  I’m going to bet that River’s blog will become a favorite of yours too!

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

Cold… #Poetry — anita dawes and jaye marie


REBLOG:  Please don’t miss Anita’s beautiful poem. ❤

Cold Frost white morning I slip my head beneath my duvet No way are my feet moving From this warm cover Today I stay hidden from the world To dream of things to come A future made of stardust With bright green jewels A land where you leave a wish Knowing it will come […]

via Cold… #Poetry — anita dawes and jaye marie

My Box of Words


My box of words 
is hoarded 
selfishly. 

Choosing and stockpiling 
each one 
carefully. 

I take inventory. 

I tuck them away 
in my little treasure box 
lined with memories 
tears 
and laughter. 

Yesterday's words 
are tinged 
aging and gnarled 
the edges curling. 

Today's words 
fat 
filled with promise. 

Choosing the right ones 
is a challenging 
feat 
not always accomplished 
with elegance. 

Copyright (C) Penny Wilson

Friday Favorites-The Reluctant Poet


https://thereluctantpoetweb.wordpress.com/

Welcome to another post of my Friday Favorites!  I’m sorry that I skipped last Friday, but with being smack dab in the middle of the holidays, I suspect you understand.  My goal, each Friday, is to bring you a little information about a Favorite Blogger of mine.  Check them out and they may just become a favorite of yours too!

Chuck, at The Reluctant Poet is a favorite blogger of mine for several reasons.  The reason that I originally connected with Chuck is because he writes some of the most amazing and beautifully romantic poetry!  THIS  is an example of what I mean.  Be sure to browse thru Chuck’s archives, you’ll find a treasure trove from a talented poet!

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Mom’s Birthday


This is the first full day of winter.  My mother’s birthday.  It’s been more than 25 years since she passed.  But I still miss her.  Happy Birthday Mom.  ❤

Penny Wilson Writes

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I started to NOT post this.  I thought it was sad.  But missing loved ones is sad I suppose.  I’m happy that she is always a part of my life.  For my Mom.  

The walls are permeated with the laughter and tears once shared.

I fill the room as best I can with today’s sunlight.

I open the window, but the breeze does not sweep away the past.

A life once lived clings tightly.

My fingers touch a picture frame.

Frozen in time, you cradle a child.

I can feel the love in the smile on your lips.

Your fingers gently brush the hair from my face.

Behind my eyes, I’m swept away.

I am once again, safe.  Warm.  Loved.

You always smelled of lilacs.

Today, your memory is as vivid as yesterday.

Other times, your face is but a faded shape in the mist.

You are always with…

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