Remember

Faces,

On curled pages.

Yesterday’s tokens,

Cherished.

Promises,

On yellowed paper.

Moments,

Waiting to be remembered.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

 

 

 

 

 

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New Blogging Talent

There is a TON of talent on WordPress.  I would like to introduce you to a few bloggers that I have recently discovered.  These are people that are fairly new to WordPress and Incredibly Talented.  So please be sure to show them some love and check out their blogs.

I am nominating each of the following blogs for the Blogger Recognition Award.

Daman at  https://aboveandbeyondtheinfinity.wordpress.com/

Megha at https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/

Harotian Essentials at  https://harotianessentials.wordpress.com/

Tracyw at  https://screamingintomypillow.com/

The Rules:

  1. Post the Rules!
  2. Use the Blogger Recognition Award Badge on your page.
  3. Tell us why you blog.
  4. Give us 2 tips for new bloggers.
  5. Nominate at least 4 other bloggers for this award and notify each of them of the nomination.

*You are under NO obligation to participate!  This is just a way for us to say Welcome and we are glad you are here!

**Be sure to link back to the blogs that you are nominating.  If you are unsure how to do this, Hugh has a Wonderful tutorial you can follow HERE.

Good luck and Have Fun!!

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

 

 

 

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Slip Sliding Away

I had it.  Dammit!  I did!  I had the Perfect line!

I’ve been playing around with an idea for a poem.  It may still happen.  I’ve got a rough draft.

I was sitting outside with my little dog while he did his business and thought of the PERFECT line for this poem.   I thought, “Oh, I’ve got to go inside and write this down RIGHT NOW.”  So I quickly go back into the house.

Buy the time I get in the house, sit down and open up the laptop, its gone.  It just slipped away!  Arrrrrgh!!  I’ve got just a whisp, a hint, of what it was and I wrote that down, but it’s not the ONE.

SO frustrating!

Do you have things like this happen when you write?  What do you do to solve it?

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

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Under the Willow

Kiss me under the willow.

Shadows dancing,

dapples your smile.

Lush grasses cradle us.

The wind whispers

Tickling my skin.

Embrace of summer

Limbs entwined.

My heart sings

With your touch.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

 

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Clouds of Yesterday

Seeing tomorrow

Without clouds of yesterday.

To touch a Dream.

Chance taken,

Wounds forgotten,

Reaching ecstasy.

Love realized.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

 

 

 

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Windows of Promise – #writephoto Window

**This is in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt.  You can find out all about the fun on her page HERE.  

Tangled vines

Climb the wall

Roses cling tight

Windows clouded

With yesterday’s

Memories

Sunshine through

Tarnished panes

And chipped wishes

Tomorrows left behind

Gazed through

Windows of promise

 

Copyright © 2018 Penny Wilson

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Flash of the Proposal… (an extract from his diary) 

 

Please welcome a fairly new blogger and incredible talent, Daman!

thisisdamanblog

This is an extract… An extract from the chapter… Chapter of love, life, loss and pain where everybody is wounded… Wounded somewhere somehow by somebody.
And today… Today you, we and I gonna stun… Stun into silence by witnessing the beautiful disaster… Disaster which is inspired by detailed exaggeration… An exaggeration of devastation.
Yet…

It’s indeed an extract… An extract from the story…the story which is the witness… Witness of those very subtle links… Links of love and affection… Love and affection that hold them together…

Together and close!
The day was a beautiful dusk of December.

He guided her to his secret corner…corner in the college premises where he used to go… Go alone leaving no traces behind.

The silence was singing in between them

Taking her to the place where his heart found solace each and every time. It was a surprise kinda thing nonetheless so he was…

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