Between the Lines


The words 
flowing across the screen 
speak for me  

A voice 
when I have none

The words 
hurl daggers 
at unseen tormentors  

They also caress 
and soothe 

The words 
curse 
scream 
sob 
or whisper  

They also 
laugh 
chuckle 
and delight

With them I am lifted 
to ecstasy 
flying 
on invisible wings

Or 
they show the view 
of my mental torture 
my cell 
of hellish nightmares

No matter the day 
I always find myself 
between the lines

Copyright (C) 2020 Penny Wilson

 

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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Writing about Writing


I find that my time here on WordPress has become therapeutic.  Those of us that write have this inner voice that pushes us to the keyboard.  I do.  For me it’s a need, an itch I must scratch.

What I write here doesn’t amount to a hill of beans and there are times that I am surprised by the people that still follow me.  (kind souls)

What I write here is an extension of me.  It’s a way to express myself and to tell my story.  MY story.

Writing affords me the freedom we mortals do not normally get in the real world.  In my writing world, I have the power to do anything I wish.   I can fly, sing, die and rise again.  People are created, perish and do as I please them to do.

As a child I devoured books.  I always had my nose in a book.  It was my entertainment.  It was my way to travel and experience the things I knew would never really happen to me in the real world.

I think this love of reading and love of books (thank you Mom), is why Writing is so important to me.  I am now the one on the other side of that book cover, providing the escape, the entertainment and the fantasy to any who care to look.

Those of you close to me, I do want to caution you.  What you see here is written For Me.  If you don’t like it, fine.  I didn’t write it for you.  🙂

This post has taken shape in a way that I did not expect.  It always surprises me at what actually ends up on the page.  I started out thinking about going down a very different path.  But that’s alright.  That “different path” can be another post at another time!