Posted in Poetry, Writing

#NaPoWriMo – Day 8 -Darkness


Materializing 
from the darkness 
of a hollowing 
sadness 

Insistent 
and desperate

This lifeless 
labyrinth
born of an 
aching emptiness

The broken pieces
you left 
behind 

To seek 
the light 

Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson

Image by Free-Photos from Pixabay 

*I know this is quite dark. I was having a hard time finding 
inspiration. For a prompt, I pulled out a book, opened it and 
just started writing down words or phrases that caught my eye. 
This poem is what came from that. hmmmm...  


Posted in Poetry, Writing

#NaPoWriMo – The Weekend


My participation in the #NaPoWrMo (National Poetry Writer’s Month) has been out of step with everyone else. I did the Sneak Peek prompt, thinking that participation would begin the following day, the 1st day of April. But it did not, it started That Day, April 30th. This put my whole way of posting off.

I usually do my writing and then plan on posting it the next day. I write when I can. If I have 20 minutes of downtime at work, that’s when I’ll write. If it’s at 9pm, after my day is done, That’s when I write. I rarely write and post what I write on the same day. Today will be an exception.

I will more than likely participate very little or not at all in NaPoWriMo on the weekends.

If you are interested in participating in NaPoWriMo, go HERE to check out the information. Have fun!

Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson

Posted in Poetry, Writing

#NaPoWriMo Day 2-Dear Yesterday


Dear Yesterday,
I know this is but a fool’s hope.
I look for the piece
of heart
you devoured
and spit back
at me.
I hear
the narrative
in my head
on an endless loop,
slurred
as I try to justify
your reckless intentions.
Copyright © 2021 Penny Wilson

Go HERE if you would like to join in on the fun of NaPoWriMo!

Posted in Poetry, Writing

#NaPoWriMo Day 1-My Muse of Poetry


Off playing your harp.

Your obligation

a distant memory.

Keep your day job,

Missy.

My muse

of Poetry

just a faint

sketch with no

substance.

Copyright © 2021 Penny Wilson

*Day one of NaPoWriMo! If you’d like to join in on the fun, go HERE to check it out.

The piece above is a piece of art from the Metropolitan Museum of Art. It’s called A Muse of Poetry and it dates back to the 19th Century.

Posted in Poetry, Writing

What Have I Done?!!


OMG, what have I done?! I saw Ron’s post about NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writer’s Month) and on the spur of the moment, I signed up to participate! Yikes!

I haven’t been doing much writing of any kind lately. I could say that I’ve been busy. I could say that work has been especially busy and stressful lately. I could say that I just don’t feel inspired. All of these things are true.

But what it boils down to is my priorities. I know this. I need to Make The Time to write. I have not been doing this and because of this, my muse has gone on strike. She snubs me.

So, here I go. Write a poem a day, every day, in the month of April? Sure! Why not? It starts tomorrow!!

If you would like to participate in the insanity, the NaPoWriMo’s website can be found HERE. The rules are pretty simple and the only one you are accountable to is yourself. So Come On! Let’s do this!

Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson

Posted in Poetry

The Kindness of Strangers


In this day of body-shaming, racially insensitive remarks and the violence we seem to be subjected to everyday, it’s nice to know that there are still kind-hearted people in this world.  I know that the incident that I want to share with you is a Very Small Thing, but at the time, it felt Huge.  It reminded me that even the little things can mean a lot to another person. 

This last Saturday, I was on my way home from getting my 2nd COVID vaccine.  I think that this fact put me in an especially good mood.  Hope on the horizon!  I pulled into the lot of a local Winco Foods warehouse grocery store and parked my car.  I donned my mask, grabbed my purse and headed inside.

The only thing I went inside for was some milk and bread.  I’ve done very little in-person grocery shopping since the start of the pandemic.  

With milk jug in hand, walking toward the car, I reached down and patted the right front pocket of my jeans, where I normally put my keys if I have a pocket.  I could tell instantly that here was nothing in that pocket.  I also knew instantly that I had locked my keys in my car for the first time in decades.

I went through the motions of searching every pocket.  No good.  Then I dug through everything in my purse, every pocket, looking for them.  I knew it was no use, I know where I put my keys and where I don’t.  Well usually, that is. 

As the gallon of milk sitting on the trunk of my car was forming beads of sweat, I continued to search to no avail.  Looking through the windows, I saw my little ring of keys on the driver’s seat.  I must have set them down as I put on my face mask.

While I was panicking, a Very Pregnant woman and her 2 children were loading groceries into their car next to me.  She saw my obvious distress and asked if I was locked out.  I told her yes, that I had locked my keys in the car. 

This is March, in Texas.  We have crazy weather here this time of year.  Hot one day, cold the next.  On this day, it was a very beautiful 73 degrees.  I had left my front windows cracked about 2” each.  I told the woman that if I had a coat hanger, I could put it through the crack in the window and fish out my keys! 

This sweet woman did find a tie down strap with hooks on each end.  I tried using it to hook my keys and pull them out, but it didn’t work for me.  This woman tore through her car looking for something else, anything else, that might help me.  She didn’t find anything else, but she did try.  One of her teen aged children asked if she could try ‘fishing’ for my keys.  I said Yes!

I asked 2 other people in the parking lot for a wire coat hanger, no one had one.  I finally decided that I would go back inside the store to see if they could help me and if not, I would call a locksmith. 

The store was no help.  It’s against their company policy to help anyone break into a vehicle.  I can see their point.  It didn’t help, but I understood. 

While I was on the phone with a surly locksmith, the woman’s young son came into the store seeking me out.  He said that they had the car open!

It turned out that the woman’s neighbor who just happened to come by was able to fish my keys out!

I went back out to the car and this sweet woman had put my milk on my back seat for me, out of the sun. 

I thanked her profusely and told her that I wished I could give her a hug!  (damned pandemic!)

I did not get her name and I will probably never see her again, but this woman went out of her way, spending her time and effort to help me.  A stranger.  I am so grateful that this woman was there.  I mean, it all would have worked out.  It wasn’t the end of the world.  If she had not helped, I would have called a locksmith and solved the problem that way.  But what a joy to see that there are still humans out there that still care about other humans. 

I have since found out that my car insurance covers roadside assistance.  I also think I will toss a wire coat hanger in the trunk, just in case. 😉

Copyright © 2021 Penny Wilson

Image by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay 

Posted in Poetry

Telling My Secrets to the Stars


I awoke

with a start. 

The taste

of your kiss

still lingering

on my lips. 

For answers

I look

to the night sky,

telling my secrets

to the stars. 

The man in the moon

listens

but offers

no guidance.

Copyright (C) 2021 Penny Wilson