I am delighted and honored to have one of my poems featured in this beautiful book from Z Publishing! This particular book features poets from the state of Texas! If you would like to get a little peek at the book, it’s for sale on Amazon HERE. It’s also on Z Publishing’s website HERE.
Thank you, always, for the amazing encouragement, love and support I find every day here on WordPress. Thank you for being part of my journey. ❤ Penny
At the top of Boomer Hill where the Lodge Pole Pines stand straight & erect, reaching for the sky; this is where my heart is. It’s among the moss and pine cones scattered on the forest floor.
North Umpqua River
It’s riding the air currents, alongside the bald eagles and hawks as they search for prey.
My heart yearns for the splash and laughter of the Umpqua River as it weaves its way across the valley floor.
Oh, how I miss my Beloved Oregon!!
Don’t get me wrong. I love my life! I have many, many blessings! But sometimes my heart just aches to be among this beauty. I’ve lived from coast to coast in this Great Big U.S. of A. and much of it is beautiful. But I’ve never lived anywhere more beautiful than Southwest Oregon.
Where is the most beautiful place you’ve ever lived?
He has invaded my slumber
and pursued my days.
With yesterday still ringing
in my ears,
Sinner or saint?
Who should judge?
Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson
* I liked my first version of this quite a bit but I don't think
people understood what I was trying to say. This is a reworked
version of that first piece. I hope you enjoy. <3
Posted in Poetry
Tagged battle, poetry, Sin
The walls are high
and built to withstand
They were pieced together
over the years
I’ve paid the price
for this barrier
with bits of my soul.
Although my heart
behind these walls.
Heaving back the bolt,
I slowly open the door.
Through the crack
I see the light
of a new day.
The promise of tomorrow
beyond the horizon.
Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson
*All is well my friends. Just something my Muse came up with. :)
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