Tag: imagination

Just Your Imagination

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Poetry

art

Churning thoughts 
blacken petals

Inward visions 
cast doubts

Expanding on the 
ordinary

Illusions of Control 
never given

Delusions made reality

Just Imagination.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
*This is in response to Sue Vincent's #writephoto prompt.
If you would like to get in on all the fun, you can find 
out all about it HERE.

Safe Haven

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Prose, Uncategorized, Writing

** I have been having a hell of a time writing anything worth posting lately!  The last couple of weeks, I’ve wanted to participate in Sue’s #Write Photo challenge, but nothing comes.  😦   I forced myself to sit down at the keyboard and stare at the dammed white page until something came.  It is a complete surprise what came of this.  See below.  I hope you enjoy.    

Safe Haven–

The page before me glares back.  The cursor’s unwavering blink is about to drive me to madness.  I hear the clock tick and my own heartbeat between my ears.  All else has fallen away.

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Play it Again

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Prose, Writing

door_to_nowhere_by_grdcityboy

**I came across this in my archives from 2014 while I was digging around for something and thought, “Damn! I LIKE that!”  🙂 I thought you might like to have a look at it today, just in case you missed it way back then.  I hope you enjoy this piece.  

Look at you, sitting there.  Blinking.  You’re daring me to defile your crisp, white page, aren’t you?

Look at your one straight line, mocking me.  You look back at me in defiance.  I hear you!  Your taunts.

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S – Stuck

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Life, Prose, Stories, Uncategorized, Writing

hole

I seem to be stuck.  I’m at the edge of the Rabbit Hole, but can’t seem to take the plunge!

Oh how I long for that Other World!  The one created in my mind, my soul.  This Other World is like my renewal!  It breathes life back into me!

I need to fall through the white page and gaze at that world beyond.  What have I missed there?

The Cursor

by Penny Wilson Writes, posted in Prose, Writing

door_to_nowhere_by_grdcityboy

Look at you, sitting there.  Blinking.  You’re daring me to defile your crisp, white page, aren’t you?

Look at your one straight line, mocking me.  You look back at me in defiance.  I hear you!  Your taunts.

You don’t think I’ve got it in me, do you?

Some days, your constant, unwavering blinking is enough to drive me mad.

On these days, you bar the door, unyielding, to the bliss that waits for me beyond.

Then there are those enchanted days that I fall, head first, right past you.  I enter through the door that you hold the key to so tightly.  I pass the blinding white of your page, where the release of the written word is all…

Time stands still for me in these moments.  I am transported to the corners of my imagination.  Or I wander through the fields of my past; where nothing and no one exists unless I want them to.

This power is what I thirst for, beg for, need.

You bar my way.