Poetry of My Heart


The poetry 
of my heart 
spills 
onto the page 

in blue ink 
and fervent sighs

The poetry 
of my heart 
is written 
on the wings 
of dreams

and nights 
of longing

The poetry 
of my heart 
negate shadows
of terrors 

not voiced

The poetry 
of my heart
stands tall
against 
this
world

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson
 
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The Gift of Prayer


For many years, I considered myself an agnostic.  I had questioned the existence of God.  Several events in my life caused me to change that view.  Probably the biggest influence in my change of heart, is my BFF, Denise.  I’ve written about Denise several times here.

Denise and I have been close for 40+ years now.  I wrote sort of a tribute to her that you can see HERE.

When Denise was diagnosed with lung cancer, I wrote about her and her struggle HERE and asked for prayers.

Well, those prayers have been answered!  To a point.  Denise went to the hospital July 2nd to have a 2nd biopsy done on the spot in her lung.  It was supposed to be a day trip, meaning she would be home, tucked into her own bed by that night.  12 days later, she was finally allowed to go home!!

It turns out that the 1st biopsy was a botched job.  They collapsed her lung and left her hemorrhaging, bleeding into her own lung.  This was unknown until her 2nd biopsy.

Her 2nd biopsy was done at a different hospital, different doctor too.  During the 2nd biopsy they discovered the hemorrhage and tried to get a piece of the spot to biopsy.  Things didn’t go well.  I’ll cut the story short here.  It turns out, her lung collapsed 3 times during this visit.  Once was a Code Blue.  They couldn’t get the hole in her lung to seal up, it kept wanting to collapse.  The doctor then decided he needed to just go in and remove the spot in her lung.  During this process they also had to remove one of the lobes inside that lung.

It was about 5 more days before her lung closed up enough for them to send her home.

The whole process was horrifyingly scary for her, me and her kids.  She thought she was going to die.  Her kids thought she was going to die.  Everyone thought she was going to die.

When she came out of surgery, she was supposed to be in the ICU for several days.  She was there ONE night before they moved her to a regular room.  She was up and WALKING that next day as well.

LOTS of prayers were being said for this dear woman.  I firmly believe that God has had a hand in her recovery, that prayers were being answered.  To all of you that said prayers for my Dear Friend, THANK YOU.

Denise isn’t completely out of the woods yet.  They still need to test what they removed from her lung and give her a final determination.  Hopefully, they got it all and it’s a done deal.  So if you would please continue to keep Denise in your prayers, I would really appreciate it.

A final point that I would like to mention here.  Through Denise, I was given the gift of prayer. To behold it’s true power.  Even if you are not a “religious” person, (and believe me, I get that) I feel that if you simply put positive thoughts, wishes, feelings out into the universe, those positive things will come back to you in positive ways.  If you put negativity out, that’s what you get back.

How can I possibly thank someone that has given me the Gift of Prayer?

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson 

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Thank Goodness for Pushy People/Good Friends


You know those friends that seem to get just a little pushy with your business on occasion? Well, I’ve got one of those.  He’s pushy.  Not so much like a direct push-you-down-the-stairs kind of way.  But a sort of nagging, poke-you-in-the-ribs, gently, nudging, kind of way.

I have been feeling less than inspired these days and this friend took notice.  We have become pen pals, of a sort.  Those of you too young to know what a Pen Pal is, look it up!  It’s fun!  I’ve found that he’s a terrific listener.  🙂  With everything that is going on in this world, it’s important that we stay connected in some way, even if it cannot be in a physical way.  Thank heavens for the internet, right?  So I now have this new “connection” with someone that I haven’t had before.  It’s been nice!

In a recent correspondence, my friend said to me,  “Just Write!  Don’t worry about what you do – Just Write and you can go back later and look at it again.
Not everything is a hit – Baseball players are stars with a batting average of .300 – only 3 out of 10 at bats with a hit.”

That is a terrific way to look at it, isn’t it?

I’m starting to get that itch again to write and have written a few things here and there.  That “spark” has begun again!

So, Thank You, Dear Friend, for nudging me, poking at me and most of all for being there for me.  ❤

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

 

 

Existence


Mere existence
pales 
the eyes

weeping their color
onto 
worn steps

Recoiling from
breath
to diminish
subsistence 

Existence 
has become 

trivial 
parody  

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson 
* All is well, my friends. This is just something that 
I've been plucking at for weeks. It finally feels 
complete. A bit dark, but I hope you like my creative attempt.
 
 
 

 

My First Elfchen


My Dear Friend, Chuck, over at The Reluctant Poet has been nudging me about my writing.  I’ve been in a bit of a writing slump lately and Chuck suggested that I try the poetry form of Elfchen poems.  Elfchen poems consist of just 11 words constructed in a particular format.  Below is my first attempt.  I hope you like it.
Love
from you
not just today
but for all time
cherished.
Copyright 2020 Penny Wilson